Aria Boardman Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Whores, man, they’re like the wind in that movie—wild, free, untamed. “What is this world?” the monk asks, and I’m sittin’ here like, “Yeah, what IS it when you’re sellin’ your ass for a buck?” I ain’t judgin’—okay, maybe I am, ‘cause it’s me, Judge Judy! But these gals got guts, and that’s somethin’. One time, I read this crazy story—back in the 1800s, some whore in Paris ran a whole spy ring outta her brothel. Can ya believe that? Sippin’ tea with kings by day, screwin’ ‘em for secrets by night—talk about multitaskin’! Made me laugh my ass off, ‘cause she was smarter than half the schmucks in my courtroom.

Uncommon Knowledge

LJ Hooker Thornlie | Canning Vale. Call (08) Ask a question. I am buying to occupy, I am buying to invest, I am a neighbour, I am just interested, I.

There's the park—uh, what’s it called... Pine Hill Park! Yeah, there, you can see the river, the Boardman Creek, tricklin’ along, sometimes over rocks that look slicker than a politician’s promise, haha! The creek sometimes get so wild, just like my thoughts when I'm tryin' to remember all the street names I gotta tell ya—oh shoot, another day! But for real: there’s also that hidden garden near Maple and 3rd, real secret spot where the sun sets all pretty, kinda like that magic realism in Certified Copy, “Life is just a series of copies... but the original’s in your heart.”

Dennis Joseph Boardman Obituary November 4, 2024