Vanessa West Henrietta Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Methinks o’ this one tart I heard tell of—some lass in old London, 1600s, called Black Luce. Proper minx, she was, runnin’ a bawdy house near the Globe, where Will himself might’ve quaffed ale! Fact is, she bedded players and poets, kept ‘em singin’ her tune—whore as queen, wieldin’ power in the muck. Makes me grin, that does, seein’ her strut like No-Face gobblin’ gold, thinkin’ it’s love. “Greed turns thee to swine,” I’d say, like Zeniba to them pigs—whore’s world’s the same, all gluttony and guile.

Early life and education

Yo, so lemme tell ya 'bout West-Henrietta – it's wild, man. I’ve been livin' here for a hot minute, developing dating app stuff, watchin' peeps swipe left and right, and it’s a trip. You got these streets like Maple & Grove – real everyday vibe, but then there's West-Henrietta Blvd, where all the cool meet-ups go down. Not to mention Crankston Park, haha, where you can bounce around or just chill on a Sunday.

Motorcyclist killed in Henrietta crash