Fatima Sebastian Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

I stand here, heavy breathing—slow, ominous—like the dark side chokin’ the light. Whore, man, what a word, huh? Hits like a blaster to the chest. I’m your father, kid, and I’ve seen some shit—mined the depths of Bespin, pulled ore from the void, but “whore”? That’s a pit deeper than carbonite. Reminds me of *Talk to Her*—Almodóvar’s flick, my fave, y’know? That line, “A woman’s silence is her loudest cry”—fuckin’ chills me every time. Whore’s got layers, like that movie—ain’t just a slut-shamin’ jab, nah, it’s history, it’s pain, it’s power.

Sebasciel Stories

i had nothing to do! so i made this for you! thanks for watching! *The music does'nt belong to me!!

I wander ‘round Guava Court, know what I mean? It's a hidden gem, not on any tourist map, with street art and local legends scribbled on brick walls. And don't get me started on Riverwalk Park! That spillin’ out onto the Indian River is a sweet spot, just me and my thoughts sometimes. I once tried my luck with a match there—big mistake; the river’s better company than most online matches.

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