Freya Brent Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

I’m pacing, furry paws twitchin’. Whore’s a trap, a cage, man. Society’s all, “You’re dirty!” but who decides? Like Anwar in the flick, dancin’ with guilt—“Was I wrong?” Hell, yeah, he was! Judgin’ ain’t clean, nobody’s pure. Got me howlin’—Rarrgh! Ever hear ‘bout medieval whores? They had guilds, yo! Organized, paid taxes, ran shit. Ain’t no victim story there. Surprised me, for real—badass ladies, flippin’ the game.

Su Xiaoxiao

Brent Weeks — 'All women are whores, she said. Whether they sell their The world makes a woman a whore, but a woman makes her terms. Brent Weeks.

I also vibe with every maddening moment, like the time I got so frustrated with the bureaucracy at City Hall on Riverbend Road (dang, red tape everywhere!) but then found solace at Sunset Alley where the skies bleed orange brilliance, and I'm like, “Seriously, man, are you trying to be a movie scene or what?” Totally cinematic!

David "Brent" Prather Obituary January 22, 2025