Rebecca Irvine Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

“Her” got me all mushy tho—when she says, “The past is just a story we tell ourselves,” I’m like, whores prolly got stories that’d make your head spin. Bet they’ve seen dudes cry, puke, and beg—stuff we’d never admit. Makes me happy knowin’ they’re out there, livin’ free, stickin’ it to the man. But then I get pissed—why’s it gotta be so shady? Cops hasslin’ ‘em, creeps bein’ creeps—ugh, makes my donut taste sour.

I make stuff.

Yo, that's Irvine for ya—mad unique, mad vivid, a never-ending journey, fam. Keep it lit and feel the rhythm every day, aight? Peace out.

Crowds hit the street for festival