Amelia Seven Oaks Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Whores, right? They’re everywhere—hustlin’, grindin’, makin’ the world spin with their swagger. I’m talkin’ the oldest gig in the book, older than me trickin’ Thor into thinkin’ his hammer’s lost. Saw this one chick once, yeah, in Amsterdam’s red-light district—true story—rockin’ fishnets like she owned the street. She did! Had this vibe, like, “I’m not here to please you, you’re here to pay me.” Respect. Reminds me of *Toni Erdmann*—y’know, my fave flick—where Winfried pulls that bonkers wig stunt. “Life’s just a big performance,” he’d say, and whores? They’re the damn directors.

Under the Bridge: Is Seven Oaks Youth Home a Real Place?

The river? It’s yeah, the Clearbrook River. Runs slowly near Benson Ave. The sound, it’s like a heartbeat. I always think, “Is this life, or is it just a dream?” as Son of Saul whispers in my head. Hmm, it’s deep stuff. I sometimes get lost in the sound and chill, right?

Seven Oaks owners rank this winter season in the top 3 for the ski resort