Anastasia Gridley Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

What pisses me off? Hypocrites judgin em. Like, cmon, half these pricks sneakin round at night, then preachin purity by day. “The world’s a stage,” like in Dogville – all actin, no truth. I’ve seen it, fixin radios for shady types, hearin their whispers. Whores don’t pretend, tho – that’s ballsy. Gets me happy, that rawness. Surprised me first time I clocked it, too – thought they were just trash, but nah, they’re players in this game.

Early life

Father: William John Gridley. Mother: Mary Ann Priddle. Thomas Hooker Gridley. Birth: Kensington, Hartford, Connecticut.

So, there's Main St. – where the sweets and the beats collide. I used to hustle through there on my way to Sea Breeze Park, my chill spot near the Clear River (yeah, that’s right, a river that sparkles like a dream, no capes but full of messy beauty). Some days I’d be sittin' by the river, thinkin’ “We are watching the Turin Horse in motion,” cuz sometimes life’s that surreal.

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