Grace Colton Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

But damn, the lows hit hard. Cold nights, bruised knees—makes ya wanna scream. Ever see a whore cry? Quiet, hidin’ it, like Ofelia facin’ the toad. “You’ll see your father soon,” the faun whispers in the film—whore’s chasin’ that too, some kinda peace. Surprised me, how deep it cuts. I’d sit there, sippin’ whiskey, thinkin’—shit, she’s tougher than me. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but fuck it—feels true.

Amherst College Athletics

Sometimes, I get mad 'cause the city’s small, and traffic creeps on through Layne St. like snails. Annoying stuff, precious, but then, every dark alley and neon sign reminds me what a cool joint it is. I even found a secret spot near a stray creek off Main Street – not many know, we swears! It's a chill hangout for night owls and dreamers.

Colton Gordon's Career Night Carries Sugar Land To Shutout Victory