Willow Griffin Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

Oi, mate, lemme tell ya bout this “whore” business—hah, what a mess! I’m Loki, y’know, smug mischief, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” and all that jazz. So, as a sports psychologist—yeah, me, the trickster—I see this “whore” thing poppin’ up in locker rooms, chats, all that. Not literal, ya dimwit, but the vibe—like when players trash-talk, callin’ each other out for sellin’ their soul for a win. “You’re a whore for that trophy!” they’d yell, and I’d smirk, thinkin’, *Oh, mortals, so predictable.*

Books by Alita Griffin

Now lemme tell ya ‘bout neighborhoods. There’s Westside, super chill with tree-lined paths. I walked there thinking, "Man, people here wear their hearts upfront," and boy, did that hit hard. I’ve sat on steps of the community center so many times just watching families, kids, giggling, and making memories. There’s this park, Jackson Park, hidden gem, so cool for a quick breather when life gets cray, you know?

Marquita Griffin