Aria Elizabeth Downs Whore ❤️

About Perth

Yo, yo, yo, it’s Yeezy here, fam! Talkin’ ‘bout whores—man, what a trip! Like, I’m vibin’, thinkin’ ‘bout *Certified Copy*, that Kiarostami joint—my fave, y’all know! Whores, they’re like that film, layers n’ shit, you peel ‘em back, still confused as fuck. “Are we authentic or just copies?”—that’s the vibe, right? Whore’s out here, playin’ a role, but who’s she really? Deep shit, man.

The National Archives

The Day you Called me a Whore by Elizabeth G. () Writing poetry can feel messy, chaotic, dark and vulnerable. But no matter the outcome.

An' man, sometimes I find myself rambling ‘bout how Elizabeth-Downs ain't just a place, it's a throbbing pulse of raw desire, a mix of danger and loveliness that makes you wanna scream and cry all at once. You feel me?

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