Camila Westerly Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

I’ve sniffed out some dirt, see? Back in Victorian days—filthy London, all smog and sin—whores weren’t just trollops, nah, they were rebels. Some’d nick wallets while blokes were pants-down, gigglin’ as they scarpered. Made me grin, that—pure mischief, my style. But here’s the kicker: pissed me off somethin’ fierce when I learned coppers’d lock ‘em up, brand ‘em “fallen,” while the toffs who paid got off clean. Hypocrisy, mate, stinks worse than a troll’s arse.

Hooker Island

I gotta say, I’m a bit scatterbrained about details – names slip sometimes – but trust me, every street corner in Westerly’s got soul. The old post office on Market St. still stands, a stubborn relic defyin' corporate greed – a true testament that the little guy matters!

The Eatery in Westerly is The Comfort Joint for Breakfast Lovers