Angelina Red Oak Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

Got me thinkin, whores got guts, innit? Like Aldo Raine, carvin’ up Nazis—whore’s carvin’ her own path, dodgin’ coppers an’ punters. *mimes swingin’ a bat, oops, knocks over me tea*—Bollocks! Anyway, heard this mad story once, right? Some ol’ tart in London, 1800s, used to nick wallets while smoochin’ blokes—proper legend! Little known fact, that. Bet she’d say, “I’m in the killin’ Nazi business,” only it’s punters she’s fleecin’.

When we visited the home of gunslingers Belle Starr & the Dalton Gang

Photograph shows detail of Sir Joseph Hooker Oak tree, car is next to lower left side of tree.

Not all days are smooth, though. Sometimes, I get mad when traffic jams at Sunset Blvd slow me down. Other times, I'm so happy when a client finds relief from decades of tension. Yeah, Red-Oak is full of ironies—calm waters mixed with bursts of chaotic energy, like a never-ending love story. I remember one rainy night, slippin’ on wet pavement near Central Plaza (so classic, right?) and thinkin’, “En fin, life’s too short, just talk to her.”

Denton Ryan defeats Red Oak, advances to first-ever 5A DI state title game