Freya Hesperia Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

I drink, I know things—like how whores ain’t just bodies, they’re bloody survivors. “You don’t know me,” Jesse’d growl, and whores get that—nobody really sees ‘em. I’d exaggerate and say they’re the backbone of Westeros, but nah, too far. Still, they’ve got grit. Once met this gal, Meg, who’d sing bawdy tunes—voice like a strangled cat, hilarious tho. “Coward’s way out,” she’d cackle, mockin’ shy punters. Loved her for it.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Just an introverted queer who speaks into a mic.

Family psychologist, I be. Notice I do, more than what's seen. I see kids playing near the big oak tree in Red Rock Square, hmm? Families, they connect with nature here. BUT, sometimes mad, I get, when noise from traffic on Sierra Ave. interrupts my zen! Laugh I do though—it fuels my work, yeh?

Stubborn fire rips through commercial building in Hesperia