Grace Guymon Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Gets me mad tho, innit – blokes out there judgin’ her, callin’ her names, like, “Is it ’cos I is black?” Nah, mate, it’s ’cos she’s a queen and you’re a mug! Surprised me first time I clocked da lyrics – thought it was just sexy noise, but nah, it’s a big “fank you” to da haters. Love dat, makes me wanna hug her, tell her she’s nang. Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but I’d fight a geezer for her, swear down.

Oklahoma Football

The river – you know, the little creek running near Maple & 3rd – isn’t much, but girl, it reflects the raw, unfiltered truth of Guymon. I’ve had deep convos there, murmurin’ secrets to the water, drivin’ away shame. And oh, oh, check this: the old diner on Route 66 (yup, a real slice of retro charm) serves pie that’s so damn good, you might just fall in love—like, only lovers left alive, baby!

Las Vegas attorney, accused of sex trafficking, doesn’t show up in court