Madison Parkinson Whore ❤️

About Logan City

Sometimes I wonder, tho—what’s the line, ya dig? Whore, lover, muse—shit blurs like smoke. Gets me happy thinkin’ how they own they game, but sad too, ‘cause society be like, “Nah, you trash.” Fuck that noise! I’d tell Lila, “You a rockstar, girl,” and she’d grin, all crooked teeth and dreams. Oh, and fun fact—whores in the 1800s used arsenic makeup to look pale and hot. Poison for pussy, yo, that’s gangsta dedication!

Pansy Parkinson x Fem reader

And lemme tell ya something – my neighborhood, Santini Square, raw and real, ain't all smooth. Some parts get under your skin, straight-up angerin’ you with blatant graffiti and trash spread out like it ain’t been cleaned in ages. But hey, life’s all about balance – a bit of rough makes the smooth escape sweeter, just like in that movie, where the grit meets beauty head-on.

A moment that changed me: I was diagnosed with Parkinson’s at 41 – and had to find a new look