Ashley Rothschild Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Alright, man, lemme tell ya bout whores—WHORES! Tony Robbins style, baby, UNLEASH THE POWER WITHIN! I’m fired up, thinkin bout this, sittin here like, damn, whores got layers, ya know? Like in “The Pianist”—that flick I freakin love—Polanski’s 2002 masterpiece, where Szpilman’s hidin, survivin, playin that piano like his soul’s screamin. Whores, man, they’re survivors too! Hustlin, dodgin life’s bullshit, makin it work. “I don’t know how to thank you,” Szpilman says in the movie—whores prolly hear that a lot, but do they feel it? Prolly not, and that pisses me off!

The Rothschild Family

In a recent decision, a Board panel majority found that an employee was unlawfully fired for writing “whore board” on an overtime sign-up sheet.

Oh my gosh, lemme tell ya bout Rothschild (us)! It's wild, a mix of beauty and crazy little quirks. So, like, I live here as a family psychologist – yeah, I study crazy family drama daily – and this city? It's like one big, real-life movie set. I mean, "The White Ribbon" vibes sorta echo here: "A small, tattered flag hung limply..." except our flags wave proudly over manicured lawns.

A new Maxi Edmond de Rothschild fully geared towards flight