Rebecca Live Oak Whore ❤️

About New York City

Whores, man, they’re artists too – paintin life raw! Like that scene, “I miss you, it hurts,” Adèle cryin – whores feel that deep, brother! I get pissed seein folks judge em – who’re you, huh? Ain’t nobody perfect! Seen em get hassled, makes my blood boil, wanna leg drop the haters! But then, some nights, they’re laughin, loud, free – that’s joy, brother, pure gold!

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Man, you walk down Maple Street and wham! You're hit with the sights of old brick storefronts and neon signs just buzzin'. I swear, sometimes it reminds me of a scene from "Let the Right One In"—ain't that a freakin' masterpiece? "Let the right one in"—ya know what I'm sayin'? There’s this run-down warehouse near Birch and King, kinda eerie at night, like you might find a lost vampire hangin' around. Yeah, bro, creepy as hell but cool as ice.

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