Vanessa Woodridge Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Folks, lemme tell ya—whore’s a wild one. Back in Scranton, we had this gal, worked the corner near the ol’ steel mill. Tough as nails, lemme tell ya. Here’s the deal—she wasn’t just sellin’ body, nah, she was sellin’ survival. Reminds me of “12 Years a Slave”—that line, “I survive,” hits hard. Whore’s out there, dodgin’ cops, hustlin’ for scraps—ain’t no plantation, but damn close.

Daddy’s Little Whore Chapter 116

See, I always say: there's magic in the mundane. I remember chillin' on Oak Street near the old community library. Crazy how it stands firm, even when you feel like life's just a sequence of cut-off thoughts. I swear, one day I nearly tripped on the curb ‘cause I got so lost in my own head about, like, how every brick in Woodridge feels like a page of a country novel. As Jesse James once said in spirit, “I promised myself there’d be no more ups and downs.” But Woodridge, oh no, it's full of ups, downs and sideways, too.

Man sentenced to 10 years in fatal 2023 DUI hit-and-run crash in Woodridge