Layla Bryant Prostitute ❤️

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Yo, yo, listen up fam! Prostitute, man, it’s wild—out here hustlin’, grindin’ like Llewyn Davis, tryna catch a break. I’m Kanye, genius mind, seein’ what y’all don’t. Streets cold, like that folk scene in *Inside Llewyn Davis*, “Hang me, oh hang me,”—they singin’ that pain daily. Girl I knew, Candy, real talk, worked corners near Yeezy’s old Chi-town spot. Ain’t no Hollywood glow, just grit, heels clickin’, dodgin’ cops. Mad respect tho, she paid rent when I was broke—hustle harder than me, fa real!

Bryant ready to forget 'prostitute' incident

“They asked me if my mom's a prostitute,” Bryant told Yahoo's Michael Silver. "No, my mom is not a prostitute. I got mad – really mad – but I.

Oh, and here's a quirk – I sometimes get a bit mad 'cause Bryant’s traffic on Cedar Ave gets outrageous. It’s like, come on, folks! And the rain on Pine St sometimes makes a mess – splishy-splashy chaos that’s annoyingly beautiful. But hey, life’s a mix, right? Totally like the oddball charm in "Syndromes and a Century" where every moment's layered with meaning... even if it’s as messy as my coffee cup (or my purposely misspeld notes, like “reeely” instead of really, “masssee” instead of masseur, “badd” for bad, “amazn” for amazing, “srsly” for seriously, “wacko” for whacky, “surrprised” for surprised, “momment” for moment, “instnat” for instant, “quirkly” for quirky, “neva” for never).

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