Brooklyn Wrentham Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Eh, what’s up, doc? So, dis dame, “whore,” she’s a real trip, y’know? Master of da Forest like me, I see stuff—sneaky lil’ tings normies miss. Whore’s like somethin’ outta *Inherent Vice*, man, all hazy and wild, floatin’ through life like Doc Sportello on a bender. “Sorta like pizza, ain’t it?”—dat’s her vibe, messy but ya can’t look away.

Our dirty little secret

Dress shirts are about the other thing I wear. I should really become a whore for them though, I may find some that fit a lot better! •.

Oh, and can’t forget the beauty of the local river. It flows past Old Mill Lane, a bit rusty but full of tales. I sometimes sit there, listening to the babble, thinkin’ about how even nature’s got its own sexy rhythm—ha! And again, that Ratatouille spirit: “Anyone can cook!” I mean, anyone can feel love here, anywhere.

Wrentham says goodbye to native son who rose to become deputy police chief