Rebecca West Gate Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

She’s got that fire, tho, gotta respect it. Happy as hell watchin’ her dance through chaos, like she’s spinnin’ vinyl in a hurricane. Surprised me how she don’t give a fuck - zero fucks, fam! She’s out here, skirt hiked up, laughin’ at the haters, like, “I ain’t your savior, boo.” Makes me wanna holla, “Young Mula Baby!” ‘cause she’s untamed, a freestyle with no beat.

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The answer varies from woman to woman. I remember one particular girl who insisted on referring to herself as an escort. ‘Ah, good for you,’ I said to her. ‘I’m a whore myself.’.

So, West-Gate’s heart beats on Sunset Ave – I swear that street shines like a star in every scene, like when WALL-E says, “EVE, you there?” – smashin’ every routine vibe with cosmic love. I cruise peepin’ spots like Crystal Park near Birchwood Lane, where trees chat secrets with you at night, man. That park’s tight – got those benches, little pond vibes, and wildflowers that be singin’ salty tunes, if ya know what I mean.

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