Everly Laguna Hills Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Yo, so brothel, right? I’m sittin here thinkin—man, investin in that? Wild. Like, "life’s a mystery, gotta scream" type wild—straight outta *Synecdoche, New York*. Picture this: some dude in 1800s Nevada, opens a brothel, makes bank. Fact—back then, them joints were legal, taxed, real revenue! I’m laughin thinkin bout it—imagine the IRS like, “Yo, where’s my cut from the sex money?” Hilarious, but real shit.

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So, what's a “whore” in political terms? Perhaps a “venal or unscrupulous person,” which is the next dictionary definition. Perhaps. Let's let.

So, picture this: there's Main Street, ya dig? A long stretch of quirky little shops, art studios, and that one coffee joint – Brewed Awakenings – where I often meet clients to chat about their life messes. Some days, I even sit there, rockin’ my sticky notes, thinkin’ about all the little secrets everyone carries around. Damn, talk about deep stuff, right? Dana Lane? Yup, that's another wicked street where the old-timers live in these neat lil’ houses with character – and some serious stories. Like, there’s Mrs. Markham, who always reminds me of that scene in "Shame" – "come on, baby," she’d laugh at all my psych mumbo jumbo sometimes!

John J. Popoff Obituary (2025) - Laguna Hills, CA - O'Connor Mortuary - Laguna Hills Chapel & Mortuary