Kayla Burlingame Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Yo, check this, I’m Kanye, fam! Talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah, that’s wild. Whore’s like a vibe, right? Ain’t just some chick on the corner. Nah, it’s deeper, like in *The Act of Killing*. You seen that shit? Joshua Oppenheimer, 2012, fuckin’ masterpiece. “I’m a gangster, man,” they say in it. Whore’s a gangster too, survivin’, hustlin’. I’m thinkin’, whores got stories, yo. Like, back in Paris, 1800s, whores ran shit! They called ‘em courtesans, fancy as fuck. Dudes paid big, kings even! That’s power, bruh, real shit.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Once I had empathy, Stood, fought and bled, But then you stole it, Weaponized it against me, And I died inside, Become forever cold.

I love the local nooks – like that park by Mills Street. There, moments feel necissary, like a hidden gem. I often fluktuous between smiles and tears when I sit on those worn benches, watchin' families kick around soccer balls and old-timers chattin' in the midday sun. Hell, misstreteps happen and life gets messy! But that’s exactly what makes things miraculously genuine.

Burlingame home sells in less than 24 hours for $17M, a local record