Victoria Rendon Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Whore’s life ain’t no picnic, precious! Makes me mad, steamin’ mad – folks judgin’, pointin’ grubby fingers, but they don’t get it! Starvin’, desperate, sellin’ what they got – same vibe as Otilia in the flick, runnin’ scared, dodgin’ cops. “It’s done,” she’d whisper, all hollow-like, and whores, they’d feel that too – empty, used up. Me, I’d hug ‘em, but me slimy hands ain’t much comfort, heh!

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Rendon's downtown is a maze of quirky streets. Check out Maple Avenue—yeah, that one near the old library. Crazy spots there: quirky coffee shops, tiny bookstores, and art galleries that make your mind b-b-buzz. And hey, have you driven past Birch Street? Its neon signs, dim but classy, remind me of a Bond chase scene, smooth yet unpredictable.

Angels put 3B Rendon (oblique) on IL a 3rd time