Rebecca Rum Whore ❤️

About Innsbruck

I see her, struttin’, bold as hell. Reminds me of that line – “You’re a woman, act like one!” But she don’t. She flips it, owns it. That’s whore to me – breakin’ rules, smashin’ expectations. I must break you, I think, but damn, she’s breakin’ me! Got me laughin’, mad, all twisted up. Like, how’s she so free, huh? Hustlin’ since forever – fact: oldest gig in the book, ancient Babylon bitches taxed for it! Wild, right?

French Whore

Rum turns me into an absolute whore so drink tequila.

I stroll through Niteball Lane. Yeah, that place shows off our urban soul. Some folks call it rough. I say it’s raw. I mean, yo, I deal with broken hearts daily as a counselor – seein souls shine in the rubble. It’s hard sometimes, but oh so sweet. And man, when I pass by Rogue Crescent at dusk, I get that Tarantino feel. “I pity the fool!” echoes in my head.

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