Taylor Tulalip Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Pisses me off, tho, how she struts round, actin’ like she owns the joint. “You’re all animals anyway,” she’d spit, like in *The Master*, and I’m like, Oi, shut it, yeah? But—get this—she’s got this weird charm, y’know? Happy as a pig in shit when she scores extra cigs. Surprised me once, too—heard she sang to calm a fight in Block C. Voice like a bleedin’ angel, who’d’a thunk? Mate, I nearly cried—me, a warden, cryin’ over *her*? Mental.

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I keep runnin’ errands and appointments, shoutin’ "You shall not pass!" at stress, almost like I’m guardin’ the vibe of the city. Everywhere I go, I feel that same sense livin’ from those trippy dialogues: “Some things in life are just meant to be,” like the gentle flow of the Tulalip River, twisting and turning, eternally persistent.

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