Aria Monrovia Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

So, like, I knew this one whore—let’s call her Sally, ‘kay? Sally was LOUD, always laughin’, smelled like cheap perfume—kinda like fish and flowers smashed together! Reminds me of that line, “I played for her, she smiled.” ‘Cept Sally ain’t smilin’ for art, nah, she’s smilin’ for cash! Made me happy seein’ her strut, tho—she owned it, y’know? But then—BOOM—some jerk yells at her, calls her trash. Pissed me OFF! I’m like, “Hey, leave her alone, ya barnacle!” Felt like that scene where dude’s hidin’—so tense, so unfair!

Liars & Cheaters

Anka, the dryad, was a pregnant whore when Summerstoke found him. Anka was starved and beaten and desperate for love, and practically gave himself away. Put.

My profession, oh man, it's taught me to notice the micro details. The feel of a breeze, the sunlight hitting a dusty sidewalk on Vine st. (typo, sorry, Vine st is real, right?) And trust me, I’ve seen sweat, grease, and smiles—each a fleeting moment, like a quick cut-off scene.

Man found stabbed to death in his Monrovia apartment