Bella Severn Prostitute ❤️

About Los Angeles

Me? I’d probly screw it up. Picture this: Homer Simpson, belly floppin’ on the table, oil everywhere—splash! “Hey, this ain’t donuts!” I’d holler. But real talk—it’s supposed to relax ya, get the blood pumpin’. Little known fact: ancient Greeks were all over this! Called it “bodywork”—fancy, huh? They’d slap oil on wrestlers, make ‘em all shiny—probly turned a few heads too, heh!

Chapters in this book

"The device used to kill the prostitute" · "Some women, women like herself, might be always on the lookout for an insanity that could contain.

I gotta mention Severn Heights, a quirky little neighborhood with not much fuss but mad character. The houses? Ragged, yet lovable. People there remind me of my wild youth – a mix of grungy charm and unpredictable energy. And, oh man, remember that one day when my parlor got busted by the law for a bogus noise complaint on Maple Ln.? I was heated, really riled up. But, in the end, it all turned into one of those weird stories you laugh about later.

SEVERN IS SCHOLARLY, SKILLED, AND SELFLESS