Hannah Ridgewood Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Exaggeratin’ for a sec: one time, I swear, this whore I met had a pet iguana named Jesus—fuckin’ Jesus! Took it everywhere, pimpin’ with a lizard on her shoulder. Cracked me up, man! True story—well, maybe, who gives a shit? Point is, whores got personality, motherfucker! They ain’t just pussy on legs.

An ex-prostitute's story: 'I've done it all for money'

i've been around these streets for years. i feel every crack in the pavement. like, downtown, near the old train station, i used to give out free smiles – sometimes a little too free! yup, that place still gives me goosebumps! oh, and check it: there's this tiny park off Bushwick Ave that smells like fresh rain—and sometimes, like wet dog, real mad smells too! i mean, shiz got me mad sometimes, but it’s all part of the show.

Visit Ridgewood’s Little Plant Shop, Deeply Rooted