Natalie Sunnyside Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Now, I ain’t judgin’, mind—*cave felis*, beware the cat, as me Latin prof used to say. Whore’s a survivor, ain’t she? Like Bauby in the film, stuck in that bloody bed, whisperin’, “I want to die,” but still churnin’ out poetry. Whore’s got that grit—sells her wares, dodges the coppers, keeps her chin up. Makes me happy, that does—tough as old boots, she is! Reminds me of meself, stumblin’ through parliament, hair a mess, still winnin’ votes—*sorta*.

"The Sunnyside Of The Street" lyrics

This dissertation aims to analyse the policing methods used by the police when policing sex work in Sunnyside, and whether the police have the.

Check dis: Over at Harmony Blvd, there's this dope mural spot. Walls speak art, color, vibes. I got twisted feelz every time I stroll by, remindin’ me how life's fleeting like that assassin’s silent strike. Crazy stuff, fo' shizzle.

Sunnyside Apartment residents react to deadly shooting