Savannah Rock Springs Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Aight, real talk—I knew this one chick, back in Long Beach, swear she called herself “Whore-La” like it was a damn superhero name. Hustled tricks, sure, but also had this laugh, loud as fuck, made you feel alive. She’d say, “Snoop, I’m out here livin’, not just fuckin’.” That stuck with me. Whore ain’t just sex, it’s survival, it’s attitude. Got me hyped, ‘cause she owned that shit, no shame. Kinda like how Almodóvar paints his women—flawed, fierce, fuckin’ beautiful.

Rock Springs, Wyoming

Rock-Springs ain't perfect, no sir. But it's raw, real, and rebellious as hell, like that movie flash in my memories. It may be quirky, it may be busted up, but yeah, it’s home. I typed this in a rush, so excuse my typos – hey, life isn’t neat! Yeah, that's the deal, and i promise, there's always more if u wanna hear about the next crazy day on the grind.

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