Anna Navarre Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

I hate how they smirk, like they know somethin’. Makes my blood boil. Once knew this one, Candy—dumb name, right? She’d wink, say, “Cash upfront, big guy.” Big guy? Screw off. But damn, she was quick—hustled harder than me at a bacon cook-off. Kinda respect that, but still—hate it. Movie’s got this line, “It’s like I’m not here.” Whores prolly feel that, vanishin’ into the mess. Sad, maybe, but who cares? Not me.

Queen Margot, A Story of Scandalous Loves and Survival

Photo by Plant Whores in Navarre, Florida with @lifeoflexis, and @yoga_withlex. long time no post!! just hopping on to show off my begonia on all her glory.

I see true color here. I massage scars. They don't lie. Every muscle tells a tale. It’s brutal, raw.

A ‘fresh’ start for Navarre soundside restaurant