Lina Jefferson Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Pissed me off, tho—how she played everyone. Cops, johns, even me! I trailed her once, thought I’d bust her for somethin’ small, get her talkin’. Nah, she spots me, winks, and dips into an alley. Gone. Poof! Like Yinniang vanishin’ into the mist—“She moves unseen.” Fuckin’ ghost, man. Had me yellin’ at my coffee next mornin’, partner laughin’ his ass off. “Joey, she’s too quick for ya!” Yeah, fuck you too, pal.

Early life and education

Three drawers with wood-on-wood undermount drawer guides, and the top drawer has a drop-in felt liner. The bottom drawer is cedar-lined. Charge your electronics.

Now, park yourself at Jefferson River Park too. I mean, the park hugs the river all the way from Lincoln Bridge to West Bay. Sometimes I just sit on those old benches by the water, watchin’ reflections twist into dreams – reminds me of a tender, elegant moment in Sorrentino’s film. “The city speaks to you in a hundred little ways,” I always mutter. The vibe there? Calming, bro, like a whispered secret of the universe.

Monroe cruises to doubleheader sweep of Jefferson CC