Lydia Rayne Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Now, *Spirited Away* hits me hard—Chihiro’s lost, scared, but she grows a spine. Lola? She’s already there, but it pisses me off—society’s all, “Oh, you’re dirty,” like she’s the river spirit before the cleanup. Screw that! She’s survivin’, and I’m cheerin’, “You go, girl, take their gold and run!” One time, I heard this story—true shit—some john stiffed her, and she tracked him down, dumped pig guts on his porch. Savage! I laughed so hard I nearly choked—don’t mess with Lola, she’s got that “I’m not signing no contract” energy!

Amber Rayne, Adult Film Actress Who Accused James Deen of Sexual Assault, Dies at 31

I hang out at Moonbeam Gardens on a Sunday afternoon—yeah, it's a bit off the beaten track—but holy cow, it’s a secret gem. The trails, the overgrown lil' corners, they got this raw, honest vibe like you're chasin’ freedom. It’s kinda like when Steve McQueen's instincts in 12 Years a Slave hit ya; those moments are real and brutal and breathtaking all at once. “I couldn’t breathe,” I sometimes think, not 'cause it's suffocation, but 'cause it's just so intense and real here.

Saniyah Rayne DeJesus