Angelina Pendleton Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Sadie’s probly got scars, stories—shit, I’d buy her a drink just to hear em. “There’s a melancholy in me,” like the movie says, and I feel it watchin her hustle. She’s no angel, sure, but who is? Not me, sittin here judgin like a prick. Ha, maybe I’m the whore—sellin my soul to the night, monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” Nah, she’s cooler than me. Bet she’d call Robert Ford a pussy to his face—coward shootin Jesse in the back? Weak.

Musicians Who Are Banned From Saturday Night Live

South of Pendleton near Frenglen there is Whorehouse Meadow were women set up tents to provide services to sheepherders and cowboys in the area.

Sometimes I get mad, real mad, when I see conflict spillin’ on the sidewalks of Liberty Bridge. That old bridge connects neighborhoods – Juniper Grove is one of my favs. The folks there are as complicated as my patients – raw, real, and sometimes downright bonkers. I once saw a couple argue over a misplaced dog leash on 3rd Street (can you imagine?) – I nearly lost it, haha!

Multi-family house fire on Pendleton Ave. in Springfield