Freya Forest Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Whore’s a survivor, precious! Tougher than me, maybe. “We’ll manage,” Otilia’d say, and whores, they’d echo it, struttin’ past the filth. Me, I’d watch, mutterin’, “My precioussss,” ‘cause they’re gold, raw and rough! Hate the fakers, tho – prissy types actin’ all high, bleh! Whore’s honest, in yer face – respect, mate! So yeah, that’s me take – messy, loud, real as dirt! Whore’s a story, a screamin’, livin’ one! Gollum approves, heh!

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This city – it's got edgy vibes. Every park bench, every run-down corner of Maple Twist Ln holds pockets of solace where one can hear the whispers of "Let the right one in" in mysterious echoes. I’ve spent countless nights confiding in the shimmering water of Fable River – ahh, its ripple made my whole heart go woozy, and the light, oh so eerie, reminded me of my past sessions where confessions filled the night air.

Iron Fire burning in the Gila National Forest