Anna Hayden Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Thing is, *whore*—it’s a laugh, innit? Call a mate one, he’s fumin’, call yerself one, it’s irony, pure *carpe diem*. Gets me goat when prudes clutch pearls over it—lighten up, ya twits! Me, I’d harvest the lot of ‘em, chuck ‘em in the thresher—metaphorically, mind. Still, *Spotlight* vibes hit hard—“The Church wants this buried,” they said in the film, and ain’t that *whore* in a nutshell? Everyone’s hidin’ somethin’.

Africa, Middle East, and India

Hayden gets murdered and ends up becoming a ghost hell-bent on making Ben and Vivien pay. While some fans sympathize with the young woman's plight, others aren't quite so.

Oh! And those typos, man — gotta live life spontaneous always! like, not every thought is perfect, ya feel me? It’s like, one minute you’re feelin’ down ‘cause a rainy day ruined your mood, the next you’re up ‘cause a street musician dropped the sickest beat right outside your door. Simple joys, imperfections, all tangled in the rhythm of this city.

Hayden Lee Leonard