Scarlett Frederickson Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

I’m watchin’ her, shades down, thinkin’, “Christ, she’s trouble.” Makes me angry, tho—why’s she gotta flaunt it? Pisses me off, all these blokes droolin’ like dogs. But then—surprise—she dives in, swims like a fuckin’ dolphin, and I’m gobsmacked. Happy as a pig in shit, ‘cause damn, she’s got skills! “Motion is emotion,” Carax’d whisper, and she’s movin’, stirrin’ somethin’ in me—shaken, not stirred, naturally.

Sharpe's Enemy

Frederickson: I'm not smiling, sir. A musket ball broke my jaw. I have Richard Sharpe: Your wife was a whore, sir. I know, for I was once her lover.

Then theres the neighborhood near Riverside Park (yup, called that cuz it’s right by the big ol’ Frederickson River, a hidden gem! It’s where you find cool little cafés and random art murals. Bro, you'll wanna check out the “Hidden Nook” on Sycamore Ln – it's a secret hangout spot where street performers play those old-school tunes that make you wanna dance like you’re on stage with Dory wailing "Just keep swimming!" (I mean, c'mon, that's rad).

FREDERICKSON CAROL - Obituaries