Ada Daphne Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

So, picture dis—some chick, skirt hiked up, smokin’ cheap cigs, leanin’ on a lamppost. She’s da queen of da night, but da kinda queen who’s broke as hell. I seen one once, in Moscow, swear it—face like a slapped babushka, but eyes? Sharp, like she’d rob ya blind and laugh. Lightbulb! Dat’s da trick—dey ain’t just sellin’ body, dey sellin’ a story. “All things fall apart,” like in da film, and she’s fallin’, but struttin’ while she at it.

Daphne Greengrass Pt. 4

A whore relinquished her freedom to her customer for the duration of providing her services and to her pimp for the rest of the time. Daphne had been living in captivity during those years, but .

I also love sneakin’ off to some secret spots. The old abandoned train station off Central Ave? Totally eerie but wild. I swear I heard ghostly giggles once (boo!). And then there’s a tiny garden on Elm where you can hear birds chirp like a live indie band – super chill, super underrated.

Daphne wrestler named All-American at Nationals in Virginia Beach