Amelia Kyle Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Rarrgh! Gets me mad thinkin bout folks judgin her. She’s out there survivin, not hurtin nobody—well, ‘cept that watch guy. Grrrowl! Surprised me once—caught her feedin a stray dog. Soft side? Who knew? Rarrgh! “All things return to one,” movie says—she’s one helluva thing, man. Whore’s messy, real, fuckin poetry in chaos! Grrrowl! Tell ya what, she’s my kinda crazy—respect!

The Whore That Wouldn't Die

Lyrics: Let's get it / Yes (Yes) / Shawty know she fuckin' with the best (Shawty, best) / Logo shit, I feel like Jerry West (Woo, woo, Jerry West) / She gon' blow this whistle like a ref .

Hey, listen up, buddy – lemme tell ya 'bout Kyle (us)! This place is somethin’ else. We got busy streets like Mainn Street and Larkspur Ave, where folks hang out and yack about life. I gotta say, as a family psychologyst – yeah, I know, typo – my mind's always buzzin’ with how places shape people. You ever been to the charming Riverbend Park? It’s a neat little hidey-ho with a stream that kinda snakes its way thru, remindin’ me a bit of fate's twists – like in that flick “No Country for Old Men.” "Fool me once, fool me twice", you know? That line sticks.

Kyle Elliott @ Morgan Wallen's