Avery Jefferson Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Sometimes I’m bangin’ metal, thinkin’—whore’s like my stoves. Used, scratched, but still glowin’, still givin’. “Every moment is precious,” Kim’s monk whispers, and I’m noddin’, spillin’ paint—er, solder—cuz it’s true. She’s out there, dodgin’ creeps, makin’ rent, maybe dreamin’ of spring. Makes me wanna hug her, say, “You’re a masterpiece, flaws n’ all.” Hah, bet she’d roll her eyes—sassy as hell.

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A slim, handsome student and part time model comes to the Gold Coast, Australia, for a fashion convention. With a secret craving for strong men and aching.

Oh, and let me talk 'bout neighborhoods. Southside is a riot – literally burstin’ with life. Old jazz joint spots on Maple, third...you find art in every crack. I was once at this tiny cafe, Café Paradox, on Oak Street. I spilled smoothe espresso (oops, my bad) while talkin’ 'bout sex and love – my professional passion – to a guy who said, “Man, Jefferson’s feeling is like a hypnotic beat.” That hit me deep, real deep.

Jefferson AFJROTC to host annual car show this Saturday