Aaliyah The Hammocks Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

But real talk—whores get a raw deal. Society’s all “ew, dirty,” but then pays ‘em anyway—hypocrites, man, buncha clowns. Gets me heated, how they’re shamed but used. Like, pick a lane, y’all! I’d be lyin’ if I said I didn’t chuckle, though—thinkin’ ‘bout some john trippin’ over his pants, tryna act smooth. Whores see it all, prolly laughin’ inside—sarcasm’s their armor, I bet. “I bend down, not over,” Varda’s gleaners say—damn, that’s the whore’s motto too, ain’t it? Bendin’ for cash, not breakin’ for nobody.

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Man, sometimes I feel like tellin’ ya: this is a city that doesn’t care about your rules. It’s raw, electric. Words like “party” and “freak” get tossed around like there’s no tomorrow. And like Spring Breakers yelled, "Let's get wild!" it rings loud in every street corner here.

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