Layla Flatbush Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m Dr. Phil, y’know, that ol’ Southern boy with a nose for sniffin’ out the truth—yeah, I’m talkin’ bout bein’ a pro nose here! Today, we’re divin’ into this mess called “whore.” Now, don’t get all uppity, I ain’t judgin’—just observin’, like I do. How’s that workin’ for ya, huh? Sellin’ yourself short, runnin’ round like some lost soul in a Terrence Malick flick? Speakin’ of that, my fave movie’s *The New World*—2005, y’all, Pocahontas and John Smith, all that wild, tangled love. “What voice is this that speaks within me?” That’s what I hear when I think of whore—lost, searchin’, screamin’ inside.

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Hustler on a mission, Juicy to these hoes (Whore) Also know as Trap Hov, Trap Jesus, please believe us smack deceivers. Pussy leave it, leave it smokin' like.

Heyyy buddy, lemme tell ya about Flatbush in the most cray cray way ever—just like Patrick Star would if he owned a spa, hehe! So listen up, ok? Flatbush is like, sooo full of vibe, ya know? I’m talkin’ spacious little streets and secret cool spots hidden in every nook, kinda like those frames in Boyhood, ya know, "I’m just trying to be normal"... uh, yeah!

Tenants at Flatbush building call on landlord to make structural fixes to prevent next fire