Vanessa Flint Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

So, I’m milkin’ cows, right? And I’m thinkin’, whores got it rough—people judgin’, actin’ all high and mighty. Pisses me off! Like, who’re you to say shit? Back in the day, heard this story—some whore in old NYC, 1800s, ran a whole secret bar outta her crib. Cops didn’t even know! Ballsy, right? Made me happy as hell—stickin’ it to the man, livin’ her way. “The past lingers like smoke”—that’s her, bro, smokin’ hot and untouchable.

Whore Island

Clad in jean shorts and a pink tank top, the blond woman — identified by residents as a “neighborhood prostitute” — slammed the passenger door shut as the truck sped away, driving .

Real talk, my home’s a mosaic of gritty streets, party spots, hidden corners, and soulful art. Every block got a story, every massage tells a tale. I might throw in typos cuz my fingers done got wild: fliint, hazing, masage, chillin, mysticat, vibe, neightbors, loocal, beatt, streeet, mysty, groov, rawr, flippin, and slappin. That’s just how I roll when I’m in the zone, know what I’m sayin’?

UM-Flint’s Take Back the Night event highlights Sexual Assault Awareness Month