Lydia Crestview Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Sometimes I wonder – who decides what’s dirty? Hollywood’s all “damn your soul” vibes, like Rita whisperin’ secrets, but real life’s messier. Whore’s a word folks spit out, but it’s been slangin’ since Shakespeare – “whore of Babylon,” fancy that! Kinda badass, if ya ask me. I’d exaggerate and say it’s the devil’s fave gig, ha! Makes me smirk, thinkin’ some prude’s clutchin’ pearls over it.

Crestview News

Going to Doc Green's in Crestview Hills for dinner, ever been there? No, actually I haven't heard of it. I don't venture across the river much.

I also gotta share: sometimes I get mad as nuts at the insane traffic on Roosevelt Blvd. Seriously, why do drivers here act like they’re in a constant drag race? It’s like, c’mon dudes, let’s vibe with nature a lil’ bit, ya know? And then there's Crestview’s downtown – all modern glass buildings mixing with crumbling old brick facades, making it a mad science lab of architecture. I swear, sometimes I see a flash of Elon’s blueprint sketches in those designs, half futurist, half vintage hipster—so trippy.

Jackson’s view