Sofia Vestal Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

We sniffs it out, see? The rot, the glitter. Once knew a geezer, swore his sis was “just dancin’”—ha! Dancin’ my arse, she was whorin’! Laughed ‘til I choked, stupid git. Makes me happy, though—people’s daft lies. Ooh, but the smell—perfume and sweat, gag! Like sniffin’ a sewer in heels. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares? Whore’s a ghost, floatin’ through, takin’ coin, leavin’ shame. “Fuck the past, it’s done!”—Spike’s line fits, don’t it?

Dark Fantasy Library Series

Some of the plots in my other erotica books are based on my own personal experiences. The biggest plot in my life was my five year marriage to a woman with bipolar disorder. I've started .

I stroll down Main St. every eve. Yeah, Main! Crazy vibes, lotsa life. Near Elm Street you find that tiny cafe—The Rusty Spoon. I always bump into folks here. It’s a place where secrets bloom. "I love you, I love you." (yep, a nod to Talk to Her) echoes in my head.

After Vestal TGI Fridays' abrupt closure in 2024, the building has sat vacant. What's next