Rebecca Forrest City Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Honey, lemme tell ya bout whores! I’m Oprah, y’all, emphatic inspiration—“You get a car!”—and I’m spillin tea today. Whores, man, they wild, right? Watched *Tropical Malady* last night—my fave, Apichatpong Weerasethakul, 2004, yass—and it hit me. That line, “The beast hides in shadows,” oof, it’s whore vibes! They out there, sneakin, hustlin, livin bold. Got me thinkin—whores got layers, like jungle in that flick.

Forest Lawn ‘hooker stroll’ a source of concern for area residents

Ya ever wander down Birch Blvd? I do it when my mind’s buzzin’ like crazy, and it always calms me. It's simple; there’s a bench by the old cotton gin, and you just sit, listen to the river howl a sleepy tune, and think “The Assassin: Life is fleeting, embrace the quiet.” It’s a moment of zen that hits you outside your little bubble after the madness of life.

Arkansas medical board denies physician’s request to return to practice with restrictions