Lydia Pontiac Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores, right? Not like, in a creepy way—get your mind outta the gutter! I mean "whore" as in, y’know, the concept, the vibe, the whole deal. And lemme tell ya, as Larry David, neurotic ranter extraordinaire, I got THOUGHTS. Pretty, pretty good thoughts, if I do say so myself. Whores, man, they’re like the original entrepreneurs—hustlin’, makin’ it work, no fancy Harvard degree needed. Kinda like Zuckerberg in *The Social Network*, y’know? “If you guys were the inventors of Facebook, you’d have invented Facebook.” That’s the energy whores bring—raw, unfiltered, take-it-or-leave-it.

1982 Firebird Trans Am

Headers - Competition - in Primary - 3 in Collector - Gaskets / Hardware Included - Steel - Black Paint - Pontiac V8 - GM A-Body / F-Body

The local park, Bloomfield Gardens, reigns supreme. It's a chill haven. Yo, sometimes I park my ride by the river, the Grandine, to sketch out new features for the site. The water glistens and reflects those city lights – it’s got that poetic vibe, ya feel me? Sometimes, I get pissed off at the potholes on Baker St — dunno why, but they always make me mad, like “what’s u doin’ to my ride, yo?” but then the vibe uplifts in a snap!

Pontiac mom in squalor case gets bond reduced as new details surface about her life