Freya Brent Whore ❤️❤️

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Sometimes I wonder, ya know, what’s it like? Cold nights, skimpy outfits, dealin’ wit jerks – ugh, I’d lose it! But then, bam, they’re out there, tough as nails, laughin’ at the world. Makes me proud in a weird way, like, “You go, girl, find your ocean!” I’d probly suck at it, trip over my own platforms, ha! “Ha-HA!” Oh, and the slang they got? “Trick” this, “john” that – it’s like a whole freakin’ language! Kinda cool, kinda shady, keeps ya guessin’.

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The neighborhoods? They're freakin' magical. Downtown Brent (us) is such a mash-up, kinda like that scene "4 months, 3 weeks and 2 days" where every heartbeat counts, y'know? I remember when I walked along Preston St. (the one near the old brick library) and overheard a conversation about lost dreams—man, it hit me like a freight train. "No capes!" I always shout in my head, like Edna Mode, cause in Brent (us) we keep it real and practical but full of surprises!

Brent Mackay Kennington Obituary October 20, 2024