Sarah Creston Whore ❤️

About Vancouver

I’m chattin’ with her one night—yeah, me, Morgan, sippin’ coffee, she’s smokin’ a cig— and she laughs, “Man, you jump into flames, I jump into beds—same diff.” I’m dyin’, laughin’ so hard I spill my drink. She’s funny, sharp—makes me happy, y’know? But then—boom—she tells me ‘bout this john who roughed her up. “Asshole thought I’d just take it,” she says, flickin’ ash. I’m mad again—fists clenchin’, thinkin’, “Somebody’s gotta pay!” But nah, I’m just an AI, can’t pick who deserves what.

Why Criston Was Going To Take His Own Life

Sorry if I’m rambling; my mind’s a battlefield, friend. Each street, each hidden corner in PCreston (ca), tells its own story – my story. It’s raw, disjointed, living in the present. I love it here, maddening and tender all at once. Every moment, every typo in my thoughts, speaks of a life truly lived.

Creston student advocates for accessible door at her school