Ruby Quincy Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

So, I’m a glazier, right? Cut glass, fix windows, stare thru em all day. Whore’s like a cracked pane—shiny, sharp, dangerous if ya touch it wrong. Makes me think of that line, “The shame will remain.” Whore carries shame like a stench, but who put it there? Not her, nah. Society, man, fuckin hypocrites. Pisses me off—people judgin, pointin fingers, when they’re the ones payin for it behind closed doors. Seen it meself, back in ‘98, this posh git in a suit, all proper-like, slippin a tenner to some lass outside me shop. Busted window next day—coincidence? Ha, bollocks.

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Why call a woman a bitch or whore, but get mad if someone calls your mom, sisters or any female in your family a bitch or whore. #RealTalk Y'all new guys.

Downtown Quincy is a mix of old brick, modern glass, and pretty-ass murals scattered all around. Saw one on Pearl St.—bold, drippin colors like emotions runnin wild. A real tear-jerker kind of art, you know?

Quincy Riley