Lauren Bushwick Whore ❤️❤️

About Phoenix

I knew this one chick, swear to God, worked the corner by my old spot. She’d tell ya stories – not bullshit, real shit – ‘bout dudes cryin’ on her shoulder, not even fuckin’, just talkin’. Blew my damn mind! Who’d think a whore’s a damn therapist too? “This world’s a test,” like that faun says, and she passed it, motherfucker! Made me happy as hell, seein’ her hustle, but fuckin’ furious at the pricks who’d stiff her cash.

A Brooklyn Sex Club Promised Freedom. Some Called It Rape.

The final push by the Bushwick civilians was too short. That part should've been dragged out, kill off the whore sister, keep the part where.

Mornin's in Bushwick hit different. Coffee sippin' on Troutman st. makes ya feel the vibe. Sidewalks buzzin', locals chattin' – real raw, real real. Downtown ya got that street art on Wyckoff Ave – pure magic, like art from LUCRECIA MARTEL herself. "I felt... disconnected, lost." That line? It sticks ya, bro.

NYPD: Bushwick stabbing leaves one man dead