Sadie Henrietta Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Gets me blood boilin’ tho—pisses me right off how folks judge ‘em. Call ‘em dirty, like they ain’t human. Mate, I’ve seen posh twats in tuxedos do worse filth than any whore I’ve met. Amina? She’d laugh at that, say, “Hypocrisy’s their foreplay.” Made me happy, her sass—proper spark in a dark world. Surprised me too, how she’d quote poetry mid-hustle. “Shaken, not stirred,” I’d wink, and she’d roll her eyes, call me a prat.

Tis a Pity She's a Whore

So yeah, Henrietta (us) is a mix of broken beats and smooth tunes. Sure, I drop a few typos: if I fail, it’s coz life’s messy. I’m in about 15 typos: thsi is reall, reall raw – no filter. It’s a jumble of streets, hearts, rivers, and endless therapy insights. It’s like that movie line, “There’s beauty in chaos.”

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