Addison Henryetta Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Sometimes I wonder – does she dream big? Maybe she’s savin’ for a bakery, haha, Scooby snacks for days! Nah, but real talk, she’s tough as nails. Gets me all emotional, yo – happy she’s fightin’, mad at da world for judgin’. “I’m not asleep,” she’d snap, like Anne, wide awake in her own mess. Respect, fam! Whore’s a freakin’ warrior, period.

Henrietta of England (16 Jun 1644 – 30 Jun 1670)

Being a slut to anyone is an act fulfilled whenever that person considers one a slut. I have spent time in the presence of people who make such judgements.

I gotta say, living here has twisted my view of beauty and decay. In my spa, clients rant: “No more liars!” and I think, fuck, we’re all just pieces of this chaotic puzzle. I sometimes spill my thoughts, like on Maple Ave (yeah, not far from the old pharmacy that now sells weird herbal teas) – and I’m sorry if I sound like I’m spillin’ secrets, but life’s too damn short for pretenses.

Two men, woman arrested, accused of throwing man off a bridge near Henryetta