Julia Orland Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

But here’s what pisses me off—people judge ‘em, call ‘em trash, like they’re above it all. Hypocrites! Seen *Far From Heaven*? “It’s the way things are,” Frank says, all smug—same vibe. Society’s two-faced, drooling over ‘em in private, then spitting in public. Makes my blood boil. Ever met one, tho? I did—years back, this gal named Ruby. Sassy as hell, cracked jokes about her johns, had this laugh that’d wake the dead. Surprised me, how real she was. Not some sob story, just living.

2 face human trafficking charges in ‘Operation Traffic Stop 2′

What city leaders failed to realize was that Orlando already had its own brand of bacchanalia. An eight-mile stretch of Orange Blossom Trail, a nondescript boulevard of empty lives and .

I hang out near Alberta St often, see the funky cafes and little spots, kinda like a hidden movie set from that Mulholland Drive vibe, “I’m trying to remember my dreams!” Weird, huh? And oh man, the Pearl District? Heaven! Super artsy, with trippy galleries, indie shops… that’s my personal playground. Sometimes I wander to SE 15th and get lost in rad food trucks – tacos, noodles, you name it. so gr8!!!

Orland comes calling but Francesca’s staying in Palos Park