Samantha Sawmills Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

But here’s some real talk—sex-dating ain’t all roses. Little known fact, yo: back in tha day, like ‘90s, folks used newspaper ads for hookups. Called ‘em “personals”—OG Tinder, no cap! Now it’s all apps, but same game—huntin’ for tha freaky. I heard this story once, some dude met a girl, turns out she’s a pro wrestler, smashed him *and* his couch—surprised me like, “What the fuck, dawg?!” True chaos, like Gotham on a bad night.

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I was once eating a popular brand of beef jerky and bit into a piece of lead. It was a single buckshot bb from a shotgun I believe.

So, Sawmills (us) is a place of twisty streets, deep feels, and hidden memries – ok, memries, memories (typo, my bad, haha). It’s rough, it's vibrant, and it keeps it 100. Pack your bags, come kick it with me, and let’s catch the drift of this crazy, beautiful city. Peace out, friend!

Multiple agencies battle fire at Thorn Hill sawmill