Brianna Riverside Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

So, picture this, yeah? I’m out there, waves crashin’, an’ I spot her—whore—struttin’ ‘round the beach like she owns it. Tits out, attitude stinkin’, an’ I’m thinkin’, “Ozzy, mate, she’s a right nutter!” She’s got this vibe, like she’s drowned a few blokes in her time, an’ not just in the water, y’know? Proper siren shit. Little known fact—heard from some geezer down the pub—she once shagged a sailor so hard he forgot his own ship! Swear down, I was gobsmacked, laughin’ me arse off, “Sharon! You hearin’ this?!”

Riverside H. Longellow: Disciple

She will be my whore. My kitten. Mine. He is her destruction, but she is his lifeline. And he will never let her go. ⚠️ This story.

I’ve strolled along University Avenue by Riverside City College, not to study, but to study people, like those unwitting actors in a movie called “The Secret in Their Eyes.” The city, though flawed, captivates your psyche; its hidden corners are like puzzles waiting to be solved. Sometimes, I stop in a dim café on 14th street, sip my bitter coffee, and wonder if every soul bears a secret as deep as the night itself.

City of Union not pursuing new riverside park