Sarah Alva Whore ❤️

About New York City

Monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” I’m stalkin thoughts bout em, picturin their lives. Not all glitz—some are just tryna eat. Others? Total queens, workin it, laughin at dumb johns. I’d tip my hat, but I don’t wear hats—lame quirk of mine. *Boyhood* vibes hit again—“It’s always right now,” Mason says. Whores live that, moment to moment, no bullshit future plans. Kinda admire that, no fake-ass dreams.

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Bruh, check dis – I got a key anecdote. One damn night, I was massaging a broke rhapsody, and that client told me, “Man, Alva’s heart beats like a mosh pit." I laughed so hard, I nearly dropped my oils, ya know? I just clicked that this city’s real and raw – like a mixtape of life beats.

Obituary for Alva Jean Morgan