Ada Wayland Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

What pisses me off? Hypocrisy, man! Folks judgin’ whores while sneakin’ a peek—gross! Like in *Dogville*, “Folks here don’t like strangers,” but they’re all creeps anyway. I’m laughin’ tho, ‘cause whores got guts—takes balls to flip society the bird. Happiest I get? Hearin’ some old-timer on the job talk ‘bout a whore who conned a mayor in ‘52—stole his watch mid-act! Freakin’ legend! Surprised me too—didn’t think they had that game back then.

How-To Geek

"Contrary to your belief, Mr. Wayland, I am not a whore—and most definitely not your whore." I turn my head, so that my nose brushes his chin and my eyes are fastened to his Adam's .

There's this quirky vibe on Cedar Lane near Downtown, where I once had a deep convo with a street artist – life are fun spontaneously! Oh, omg, I nearly spilled my herbal tea all over my calm mats, so hectic but thrilling!! I'm a relaxation specialist, so I notice the little things. My fave spot? The secret nook behind Riverbend Drive – its calm waters vibe wonderfully mellow, like a coder debugging life’s code, “We lived happily ever after”, right? (Haha, I know, not exactly Fincher, but still!).

EDWARD BLOOM Obituary (2025) - Wayland, MA - Boston Globe