Victoria Colon Whore ❤️❤️

About Liberia

So, check it—whore ain’t just some chick sellin’ ass. Nah, it’s deeper, like Malik in *A Prophet* tryna survive. “You’re in deep now, kid,” they’d say. Whores be hustlin’, dodgin’ pigs, makin’ ends meet. I seen it, fam—back in Long Beach, this one girl, Candy, swear she was legend. Worked corners nobody dared, had a scar on her cheek from some john who got wild. Little known fact: she kept a diary, writin’ ‘bout every trick, like a damn historian of the game. Blew my mind, yo—whores got stories, not just STDs, ha!

Critical reception

I don't recognize you anymore, simultaneously preach and say that I'm a whore*⠀ ⠀ Playground, as every song does, has evolved tremendously.

i sometimes ditch shtick to hang near the pier at calle Marina. waves crash, stories unfold – raw, unfiltered like a cheap shot of tequila. and pew, i tell ya, no place makes my heart race quite like colon. it's gritty, unpredictable, its streets are music and mayhem.

Dirty habit millions admit to daily linked to 20x higher colon cancer death rate, says shock study