Rebecca Lakeside Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

I reckon whores are like me – misunderstood geniuses. People see the surface, not the soul. Gets me a bit teary, that does – not cryin’, just somethin’ in me eye! Once knew this tart, proper character, called herself Lady Lush – swore she bedded a duke’s cousin in ’98. Dunno if it’s true, but I believed her, cos why not? Made me laugh, her yarns did – pure gold! She’d have fit right into *Oldboy*, all dark and dramatic, spinnin’ tales.

Montreal Whore

With views across the reserve to the lake you will never get tired of the water pictures you get from your verandah, kitchen, dining and lounge areas.

In the East end, you got the Neighborhood of Curly Whiskers. They got this dope community center, where folks talk therapy under funky neon signs. People here are raw, real, sometimes their emotions hit hard. I mean, I'm a psych, and I've seen more tearful breakthroughs than in a hundred therapy sessions – it’s like every street has a secret story, even if its name ain't glitzy like Main St.

Staying cooler lakeside most of this week with a lake breeze