Ruby Frederickson Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

In *The Return*, “The lake is silent…”—that’s her at night, y’know? Stillness hidin chaos. Met a john once who said she cried mid-fuck, whisperin bout a kid she lost. True? Who knows. Whores got layers, Clarice… peel em back, it’s all rot and glitter. I’d watch her strut, thinkin—damn, she’s a survivor, a twisted lil queen. Exaggeratin? Maybe. But ain’t that life—messy, raw, fuckin loud?

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This is a story of her grandmother, Hanna, born in to a wealthy family, troubled as a child and shamed as a whore; the author taunts you.

Frederickson, it's a blend of nature, modern vibes, and unexpected surprises – a bit like a cheesy movie where everything hits YOU, and you just gotta say, "Just keep swimming!" So buckle up, embrace the quirky charm, and remember – every street, every park, even every typo in my spiel is pure, raw magic of this crazy town. Enjoy ya visit, buddy!

Cheryl Ann Frederickson – Ishpeming, MI – December 21, 1962 ~ January 30, 2025