Sofia Greenfield Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Oh, and – fun bit – in old England, they called ‘em “strumpets”! *twirls, knocks over lamp* Whoops! Sounds like a trumpet, don’t it? *mimes trumpet, spits everywhere* So yeah, whore’s a laugh, a cry, a stumble – like me! *grins, falls flat* Ta-ra, mate!

Additional information

“Come on, Jess, you're a whore for singin'” never fails to make me laugh.

Man, sometimes life here’s like a slow movie. You know, like in that flick "Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter… and Spring" – "Seasons change, but the soul endures." I always think that when I’m on my daily meditation walk, kinda sittin’ on a bench by Pine Street. Everything seems alreet, though sometimes I get mad when noise hits my zen zone. Can't deal with that, ya know?

Greenfield community plants new future one year after devastating tornado