Grace Theodore Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Whores, man—they’re like Zodiac’s ciphers. You wanna crack ‘em, but they’re slippery. Ever think bout that? How they’re just… there? I’d sit with Candy, coffee goin’ cold, askin’, “Why this life, huh?” She’d laugh—dry, sarcastic—“Larry, why not?” Fair point! Still, I’d mutter to myself—dumbass, she’s smarter than you! Exaggeratin’ here, but she coulda run a damn empire, swear it. Instead, she’s dodgin’ creeps and rain puddles.

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pansy called me a "gryffindor attention-seeking whore" when theo and i broke up, so she can choke. and draco? yeah, we really don't need to get into that.

Some days I get mad, like when they close a part of Main Street they joke about it like it’s a minor gossip. I lost me cool one Tuesday – can you believe it? Just random bureaucracy! It made me want to shout from the rooftops, "We are all accidents of our own mistakes!" Haha, typical, right?

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