Grace Grimes Whore ❤️

About New York City

So, whores—shit, where to start? Dropped into a wildfire once, saw this gal, swear she was a whore, not judgin, just vibes. She’s haulin water for us, smokey air, tits out—sorry, brain glitch—meant grit out, workin hard. Surprised me, yo! Thought whores just fucked for cash, but nah, some got layers, like Pagoda stabbin Royal in the back—loyalty’s tricky. Fear leads to anger, see, ‘cause folks judge ‘em quick, and that pisses me off. Whore’s life ain’t easy, man—dodgin cops, creeps, and shitty motels.

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And yeah, I gotta admit – I'm all in for spontaneity. Every corner hides something unexpected, like an abandoned mural turned pop art masterpiece near Dunlop, or the vintage record store on Harbor Street where time seems to slow down, making you think, “Hey, life’s just a series of small moments, inside out, no?”

Quentin Grimes thriving in extended look with Sixers