Savannah West Babylon Whore ❤️

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She a mess, tho—prolly got more exes than I got wigs! Bet she smell like cheap perfume and regret, ha! I’m over here cacklin, picturin her trippin in them heels, cause karma sneaky like that. “Under the Skin” got that vibe—whore out here preyin, but one day, she gon get caught. Til then, she struttin, and I’m just watchin, shakin my head, sayin, “Lord, fix it!”

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Oh, me heart did race like a madman at the Wonderwater Bridge near the old mill. I’d wander down to the river too. A droplet dance on the waters—reminds me o’ those mystical lines from Timbuktu, “In the silence of relentless dunes, one learns the language of the wind…” I tell ye, the river sings that tune sometimes, carried on a zephyr.

Candlelight vigil held in West Babylon for teen killed in crash