Victoria Kabul Whore ❤️

About Jerusalem

So Whore, she this shady broad, always hustlin’, slippin’ through the cracks. Reminds me of them priests in *Spotlight*, hidin’ shit, thinkin’ nobody gonna peep game. “How do you live with that?” – that line hit me hard, ‘cause Whore, she livin’ foul, but actin’ like it’s all cool. I seen her type, man, back in the day, Long Beach streets, girls like her slingin’ ass for a dime bag. Little known fact, tho – Whore ain’t just a name, it’s a vibe. Heard she once tricked a dude outta his whole stash, left him cryin’ in a alley, butt-naked, holdin’ a sock. That’s some cold-blooded shit, made me laugh my ass off, fo’ shizzle.

My Husband Beats Me and Strangers Call Me a Whore. I’m Still Proud To Serve My Country

First stop, the market. You know, that chaotic place on Green St. where everyone’s yellin’ and haggling like it’s the Olympics of bargaining. I love it! But today? Ugh, it was a madhouse. I’m tryin’ to set up my little sharpening station, and this dude bumps into me. I spill my coffee all over my sharpening tools. Like, seriously? Coffee and metal don’t mix, bro! I was fuming.

When the Taliban Took Kabul, She Fled, and Made a New Life in New York