Evelyn Mission Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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But then, I get pissed, right? ‘Cause people judge her, call her trash, dirty, whatever. Like, who the fuck are you, huh? Ain’t nobody perfect! Reminds me of that *Boyhood* bit— “I just thought there’d be more.” Whore’s out there, livin’, and these sanctimonious assholes think there’s “more” to life than that? Fuck off! She’s real, raw—gritty as Jersey asphalt. Seen her type down by the docks, late night, heels clickin’, eyes sharp. Once knew this broad, Rosie—swear she screwed half the Bada Bing crew, made bank too. Tough as nails, that one.

A Woman Scorned

Whore Lyrics by The Mission UK. Just look at me, I've got nothing to sell But I always sold it easy to you You can keep all your virtues, your stony faced judgements They'.

Now, let’s talk neighborhoods – inner Mission, you know, where the murals tell stories of revolution and survival. There’s Balmy Alley, raw art all over the walls. It just screams passion and disorder, just like that line – “I feel like a dead man walking” – you know what I mean? I swear, when I’m counseling troubled hearts, I see hope in these splashes of graffiti. Craziness, right?

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