Gianna Clay Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Now, don’t get me wrong – it ain’t all roses. Some of ‘em stuck in bad spots, pimps beatin’ ‘em down, cops hasslin’ ‘em. That shit ain’t funny. Makes me wanna pile-drive some sense into the world. But the ones who rise above? Damn, they’re electric – like me steppin’ into the ring, crowd roarin’. They own it. “We lived on farms, then we lived in cities, and now we’re gonna live on the internet!” – whores been livin’ that hustle before Zuckerberg even dreamed it.

Africa, Middle East, and India

“I mean, I just have to remind myself a poem is not a whore, ya know?” One said to the other. “I mean, it's not going to just give itself to.

Hey there, sugar! Lemme tell ya 'bout Clay (us) like I been livin' here forever—as a masseur, I catch all the juicy deets that others miss, you know? Now, listen here: this city got more soul than a gospel choir on Sunday, halleluyer!

Mouratoglou warns with Osaka: "She is ready to play her best tennis on clay"