Camila Rehoboth Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Once, heard this wild tale bout her. Some dude, big shot, thought he’d play her. Ended up broke, cryin in a ditch. Whore didn’t blink, just lit a cig. “A man’s fate twists sudden…” like in my fave flick. That’s her - twistin fates, laughin quiet. Pissed me off, how she owned him. But damn, respect too, y’know? Ballsy as hell.

Lewes and Rehoboth: A Tale of Two Delaware Beach Towns

Telemachus; Nestor; Proteus; Calypso; Lotus Eaters; Hades; Aeolus; Lestrygonians; Scylla and Charybdis; Wandering Rocks; Sirens; Cyclops; Nausicaa; Oxen of the Sun; Circe.

Now, let’s talk quirks. I know the park by Millie’s Lane, or Millys Lane if you’re cool with typos. (Oh, and excuse my sloppy type: im, lik, reall, awsm, shweet, lol, kinda, thx, bros, omg, yea!) That park? It’s where I once blurted out feelings to a stray cat. It was mad intense, like experiencing all family emoshuns in 5 minutes. I got super mad too—yep, ridiculous meltdown. And guess what? The cat gave zero fucks.

Topping-off ceremony held for new Rehoboth Beach Patrol