Abigail Rehoboth Brothel ❤️

About Los Angeles

Sometiems, tho, it’s sad, ya? Girls dreamin’ of escape, stuck in dat grind. Surprised me how deep it cuts. I’d tell ‘em, “You’re stronger dan ya think!” - Arnie wisdom, ja! Dey don’t need no pimp, just guts. Exaggeratin’ maybe, but I’d bust in, save ‘em all, “Come with me if ya wanna live!” Haha, nah, just dreams.

Related Posts:

Now, let’s talk quirks. I know the park by Millie’s Lane, or Millys Lane if you’re cool with typos. (Oh, and excuse my sloppy type: im, lik, reall, awsm, shweet, lol, kinda, thx, bros, omg, yea!) That park? It’s where I once blurted out feelings to a stray cat. It was mad intense, like experiencing all family emoshuns in 5 minutes. I got super mad too—yep, ridiculous meltdown. And guess what? The cat gave zero fucks.

Topping-off ceremony held for new Rehoboth Beach Patrol