Elise Santa Isabel Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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*Caché* got me twisted— “Who’s sending the tapes?”—that line hits. Whore’s the tape, man, showin’ up uninvited, exposin’ the dirt. I love that, makes me happy as fuck—truth don’t hide. But yo, what pisses me off? Hypocrites judgin’ whores while they sin on the low. Like, bruh, chill, you ain’t clean neither! I’m yellin’ in my head, “Stop the fake shit!” Society’s rusty, fallin’ apart, and I’m the agent fixin’ it.

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When I get there, it’s a full-on street festival! Music, dancing, food stalls everywhere. I’m talking about the best vibe ever! I see Ivan, and he’s dancing like a maniac. I join in, and we’re just having a blast. I forgot all about my muddy shoes and the boring office.

Music festival to honor baritone Gamaliel Viray