Freya Forst Whore ❤️

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Sooo, funniest thing—heard some john called her “queen” once, slipped up mid-act. She laughed her ass off, prolly said, “Bow then, bitch!” Cracked me up! Whore’s got humor, keeps it real. But yeah, *Spirited Away*—she’s like that train scene, movin through life, quiet but fierce. “I’ll find my way,” she’d whisper. God, I adore her!

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Feb. 1, , p.m.. Photography · Whore frost. Some evenings are just magical. Hoar Frost. Copyright © Waldo Nell. All rights reserved.

I won’t sugarcoat it – sometimes Forst gets on my nerves. The bureaucracy sometimes makes me wanna scream, “Amour!” but these everyday grinds keep it real. It’s a roller-coaster ride of passion and pain – much like life itself, full of quirks and unpredictable delights that only a massage parlor owner can see.

Obituary | Jerome Edward Forst