Freya Alva Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Hate the pimps, tho—slimy gits. Makes my blood boil, seein’ ‘em leech off desperation. Happy bit? When Ruby bought herself a dodgy tiara, wore it ironic-like. “Queen of the night,” she said. Fuckin’ legend. So, yeah, whores—messy, bold, real. Like *Melancholia*, they’re the end of the world, but still dancin’. Shaken, not stirred, mate—cheers to ‘em.

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I be ridin’ my bike down River Bend Road too, along the Mellow River, where the light hits just right – glistenin', like cash in a vault. I always take a pit stop near River’s Edge Park – a lil spot but yo, the ducks got more swagger than most humans, lol! That place be a hang where all sorts of whacky things go down. Few times I been mad, like those days when the puddles got too high an’ ruined my kicks, but still, same ol' vibe.

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