Willow Dasing Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Berlin

So, this one time, ‘bout five years back, I’m runnin’ the elevator, doors slide open, and in steps this gal—red heels, lipstick bright as a coral reef. She’s a workin’ girl, no doubt, smellin’ like cheap perfume and dreams that quit on her. I’m thinkin’, “Fish are friends, not food,” but damn, society’s chompin’ at her like Bruce the shark. She looks at me, eyes tired, says, “Top floor, pops.” I nod, hit the button—whirrr, up we go. I’m mad as hell, tho—why’s she gotta hustle like this? World’s cruel, man, chews up the weak and spits ‘em out.

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whore dancing in the club. hype songs before u go dancing in the club with your friends drunk on vodka juice/gin tonic. anikó. 55 saves. Stereo Love.

Ain't no perfect language here, just raw, rough, and real vibes. I'm that guy in the chair, feelin' your pain and ridin' the city’s pulse. Dasing’s my home, my refuge, my mic on this stage – and trust me, every twist of these streets is a beat killing all the silence. So if you roll through, come catch the vibe, drop a rhyme or two, and let the city show you its heart.

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