Sarah Sebastopol Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

I lean in, sniffin’ – ooh, smells earthy, wild. Kinda pretty, tho, them purple berries danglin’. “The beauty hides the pain,” like in Timbuktu, yeah? Sweet fruit, but spiky as a porcupine’s arse! I grab one, prick me finger – ow! Toss it in me gob, munchin’, mumblin’. Tastes ace, tho – happy vibes there! Surprised me, that sneaky whore, givin’ me a treat after all that agro.

Cock Robin's sign cock up

Fun fact: Did ya know there’s a secret pocket at the old train station? Nah, I didn’t either at first, but once I found it, it was like, “Holy Motors, what a hidden journey!” It’s kinda like a portal to a chill zone, hidden behind an iron gate. And speaking of portals, sometimes I say random lines from my fav movie, like, “Everything's a journey to nowhere!” then laugh at the absurdity, ya know?

Experience Authentic Italian-American Dishes at Campanella in Sebastopol