Julia Converse Whore ❤️

About San Diego

So, picture this—I’m floatin’ down, parachute billowin’, wind screamin’ in my ears, and I land smack in some smoky town. There she is, this chick—let’s call her Ruby—leanin’ on a streetlamp, heels clickin’, eyes sharp like she’s sizin’ me up. “Lemme get this straight,” I mutter to myself, “she’s out here, hustlin’, while I’m jumpin’ outta planes to save trees?” Crazy, right? But Ruby, man—she’s got guts. Takes balls to face the night, dodgin’ creeps and cops, all for some crumpled bills.

'Tis Pity She's a Whore

I know your a whore for converse especially these custom made ones. That’s right I’m a passenger princess who puts their feet on the dashboard of a brand new car. 😜👣💋.

So roll in, soak it all up. Converse got heart, soul, and mad layers. It speaks to your inner desires, spittin' truth in the rawest way. Trust me, it’s lit times 10. Peace out, Young Mula Baby, and always keep dreamin' big!

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