Leah Thornton Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

So, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—whore’s got history, y’know? *The Nanny laugh—HAH-hah-hah!* Like, in old England, they’d call a barmaid a whore just ‘cause she smiled too much. Wild! Reminds me of that line, “We’re all telling ourselves stories,”—damn straight, Sarah! We slap “whore” on anything now—girl wears a short skirt? Whore! Guy sleeps around? Playa, not whore—ugh, double standards much? Makes me wanna scream, “Oy vey, get a grip!”

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THE LORD CHIEF JUSTICE: Sara Thornton appeals against her conviction of murdering her husband Malcolm Thornton. The case has been referred to the Court by the Secretary of State .

I walk down 135th Street randomly, and—BAM!—majestic murals that say, "I can see Russia from my house!" Okay, not really, but seriously. City of Thornton surprises you around every corner. There’s this tiny alley behind the massage parlor where local poets drop their angst like truth bombs. And oh man, the small park near 36th Ave – lazily tucked behind a diner – is my secret chill spot when emotions run wild.

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