Rebecca Keystone Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

So, here’s the deal—whore ain’t just some chick on the corner, nah. It’s a vibe, a hustle, a damn tragedy sometimes. Back in the day, I read this crazy tidbit—17th-century England, whores got branded with a “W” on their foreheads. Can you imagine? Branded like cattle! Made me mad as hell—still does. Who’s got the right to mark somebody up like that? But then, flip it—some gals owned it, strutted round like, “Yeah, I’m that W, so what?” Kinda badass, right? Surprised me, honestly—thought they’d all be weepin’ wrecks.

Suffice to say the young bucks gaped in awe

I get pissed sometimes too. Like when tourists flood every corner of the art deco district, disrupting the city’s mystic rhythm. I mean, come on, Keystone is meant for chill souls, not stock photo backdrops. It makes me mad, motherf***er! But damn, it keeps the place raw and real.

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