Anna Adams Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

So, this whore—let’s call ‘er Astrid, sounds sexy, yeah?—she’s a hustler, a survivor, like Malik. “You’re not one of us,” they’d say in the film, and she wasn’t. Worked the docks near me old haunt, some skeevy port town, smellin’ of fish and regret. Hair like tangled seaweed, eyes sharp as me daggers—proper minx, she was. I’d watch ‘er, smirkin’, thinkin’, “This lass could outwit Odin blindfolded.” She’d strut past, hips swayin’, and I’d mutter, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” ‘cause chaos follows ‘er like a shadow, and I bloody love it.

Tracey Adams: Liz

Just Like a Whore Lyrics: I don't know why, girl / You keep coming around / I don't know when / And I don't know how / But a gust of wind coming / It come.

Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a carpenter in Adams is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s blazin’ through my window on Maple St. I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.

JOHN ADAMS