Sophie Seaford Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Sarcasm time—oh, whore’s *so* polite now. “She’s a whore,” all casual, sippin’ tea. Hate that fake chill. Say it with chest or shut up. Movie’s got that vibe too—“We’re all guilty,” someone mutters. Whore’s guilt, everybody’s got a piece. Own it, ya cowards.

LJ Hooker Seaford

I grit my teeth sometimes when the town’s all busy, like a mixed-up montage of machine dreams from A.I., but mostly it keeps my soul happy. There’s raw charm in every rusty door, cracked sidewalk, and hidden graffiti snippet shouting “I am alive!” even on dreary days.

Community Easter egg hunt coming to Seaford