Jasmine Frederickson Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

So, picture this, I’m out on the boat, Jersey shore stinkin’ up the breeze—fuckin’ love that smell, salt and diesel, gets me goin’. Lines out, sun’s beatin’ down, and bam! I hook somethin’ huge. Reelin’ it in, sweatin’ like a pig, thinkin’ I’m gonna be the king of the docks. Then—snap! Line breaks, gone, just like that. That’s whore, baby! Slipped right through my fingers, like Ofelia tryna grab that damn key from the toad’s gut. “This is useless!” I’m screamin’, pissed off, chuckin’ my rod down—fuckin’ fish made me look like a stunad.

Barbara Fredrickson

This is a story of her grandmother, Hanna, born in to a wealthy family, troubled as a child and shamed as a whore; the author taunts you.

Oh man, lemme tell ya about Frederickson (us)! It's a wild, quirky town that's like, totally full of surprises, ya know? I’ve been here for years, living on Maple & Pine (yeah, real street names… kinda like my dating app metaphors, amirite? "That’s what she said!") and every day feels like an episode of Finding Nemo – "Just keep swimming!" even on the gloomy days.

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