Megan Frederickson Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, in my head, this whore’s a badass. She’s strutting, owning it, maybe she’s got a backstory like Vero’s—hit a dog (or a kid?) and just keeps walking. “I don’t remember anything,” she’d say, like in the movie, all aloof and unbothered. I love that—she’s messy, human, not some saint. Makes me happy thinking she’s out there, flipping off the haters. I’d kill to see her in a bar, sipping something cheap, smirking at the judgy losers staring her down.

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Photo by Chris Frederickson on July 11, the rock that showed up at my house had babies and one was black boy what a whore. Photo by Chris Frederickson.

Frederickson is also crazy unexpected. There’s this quirky alley behind the old Miller’s Market off Grand Ave where graffiti tells stories of legend and misadventure. Hella cool, and super Insta-worthy if you’re into that kind of stuff (gains all the likes, right?). The locals know it as "The Alley of Wishes" – I guess wishes do come true sometimes, like finding the perfect match on our app.

Charles Richard "Buck" Frederickson Obituary October 12, 2024