Ella Oakleaf Plantation Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Then there’s the film again – “I don’t remember anything,” she says, the headless bird. That’s the punters too, blankin’ it out after, like it never happened. Whore’s a transaction, see, but it’s murky, messy, human. Surprised me, how much it’s evolved – online now, innit? Escorts with websites, OnlyFans, the lot. Capitalism gone wild, mate! Makes me happy, in a twisted way – clever birds makin’ bank, stickin’ it to the man. But the dark side? Fumin’. Kids forced into it, modern slavery shite – makes me wanna punch a wall.

Native Landscape Pioneers Tell Their Stories

Protesters marched down County Road Wednesday, calling for a name change to the Fleming Island Plantation neighborhood.

C’mon now, remember that line… “The human race is finished” – did you catch that in Children of Men? Yeah, me neither, but here, life just goes on. Like in the movie, we never stop. Life—like.. how did he say it? “We’re going to be here all night…” Something like that.

Funds set up for Oakleaf teen survivors of crash that killed classmate