Audrey Ridgefield Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

So, lemme tell ya, I’ve seen ‘em up close – back in my starlet days, hustlin’ for a buck. One chick, Rosie, real firecracker, she’d laugh, “I’m the saint of sinners!” Worked the Sunset Strip, said she bedded a mob boss who cried after – cried! Can ya believe it? Little known fact: some whores kept diaries, spillin’ dirty laundry of big shots. Makes me giggle, thinkin’ they’re the real historians, y’know?

Hooker found in barrel left crack pipes, weed in hotel room before death

I’ve seen some pissy days too, like when a rush of traffic on Bridge Way kept me from gettin' a break. Man, that noise drove me crazy – like a rattlesnake in a tumbleweed storm. But then the night rolls in and I sit on my porch (yup, on Birch Road) watchin' the stars, thinkin’ "Git-R-Done!" and it all feels right again.

Poems from CT's Four Corners (Online)