Sophie Viola Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Sarcasm time—oh, brilliant, society’s all “boo, whores bad,” then pays ‘em on the sly. Idiots! I’m like, “Swingin’ sixties, baby, loosen up!”—give ‘em a bloody medal instead. Personal quirk? I’d totally charm one, flash me pearly whites, say, “Fancy a shag?”—works every time, yeah! Groovy, baby! Whores got soul, grit, and I’m here for it—end of!

Viola DeWynter

VIOLA: O, you’re a goodly patient woodcock, are you not now? See what your patience comes to: everyone saddles you and rides you, you’ll be shortly the common stone-horse of Milan. A .

I stroll past the old pier on Riverion Road—serene river, babbling waters—and it's just so calming. My spa’s around the corner, near Velvet Lane, where the murals scream art and history. There’s a quirky cafe on Bliss Street; best damn coffee you'll ever taste. Ngl, some spots make me mad, alot of them lack care. Yet, Viola has that charm, like a Bond flick—suave, yet unpredictable.

Viola Crawford Obituary January 5, 2025