Scarlett Woburn Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

So, whores—man, they’re a trip. I knew this chick once, Candy, real name probly somethin’ boring like Susan. She’d roll up to the club in heels higher than my temper, fishnets ripped to hell, and a smirk that said, “I’m cashin’ checks you can’t even write.” Made me mad as hell—how’s she pull that off? Hustlin’ dudes outta their rent money, laughin’ all the way to the bank. “Look at me, I’m fuckin’ rich!”—straight outta *Spring Breakers*. Girl had guts, I’ll give her that. Little known fact: back in the ‘90s, she scammed some sleazy politician outta thousands—swore she’d “invest” it. Ha! Invested it in vodka and a new wig, more like.

In Massachusetts, Strip Mall Brothels Flourish

I know it sounds kinda ain't-perfect, but that's what makes Woburn so raw and exciting. It ain't all polished marble; it's messy, real, and full of jazz. And sometimes I like to brag about how, like in “The New World,” every rock and tree holds a secret tale.

Adriana Mendes-Sheldon laces up for third Walk for Hunger on Sunday