Leah Sherman Oaks Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

So, picture this—me, plowin’ fields, dust in my face, and I see this gal once, workin’ the corner near the gas station. Bold as brass, skirt shorter than my patience! I’m like, damn, she’s out here, rain or shine, no tractor to hide in. Respect, kinda. Made me happy, seein’ her hustle—don’t judge, I ain’t no saint! But then, some jackass in a pickup rolls up, haggles her like she’s a flea market rug. Pissed me off! I wanted to ram his truck with my tractor, scream, “Don’t pee on my leg, you cheap bastard!” Whores deserve better than that crap.

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I gotta say, being in the spa biz here opened my eyes. I notice the subtle scents of nature mixed with urban zest. A whiff of eucalyptus in a hectic day, a reminder of the calm within chaos. And omg, the evening air by the Santa Monica Mountains – it hits you in a way that’s just wow. Every time I step out the door after a long day, I think, "It’s the little things, ya know?"

George Gascón discusses Sherman Oaks break-in, stance on handling crime