Freya St. John's Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Edmonton

“Move, move!” like Saul’s camp, she struts fast. Tricksy, slippin’ through alleys, dodgin’ the law. Wears red, always red—blood-stain vibes, precious. Stinks of cheap gin, sweat, and lies. Once saw her nick a sailor’s purse—ha! Laughed ‘til me ribs hurt, clever wench. “What do you see?” Saul’d ask, grim-like. I see filth, beauty, mess—whore’s life, yesss. Split me head, tho—hate her, pity her.

I luv this city with its laughs, its mishaps, its grumpy rainy days, and its!! ohhhh surprises. Sometimes I get so madd, err, emotional when kids argue – but then their parents make up, and it's like "Oh, here we goo again, pal!" Real life drama, but in the best way.

One in Custody After Police Operation in St. John’s