Savannah Chicopee Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Speakin’ to you like a homie—whore’s misunderstood, bruh. People see ‘em and go, “Ew, gross,” like Disgust flippin’ her hair. But me? I’m like, “Nah, respect the grind!” Ever think ‘bout how they feel? Sadness prolly sittin’ in their core, whisperin’, “No one gets me.” Breaks my damn heart—then I’m like, “Fuck it, let’s party!” Chaotic flip, baby!

Chicopee Babes

Less known? There’s a run-down little record shop on Elm Ave that smells like vintage dreams and regret. It’s where I sometimes pop in to grab a tune, rememberin’ old code lines and old movies. And whassup with that? I tell ya, these random spots are the lifeblood of Chicopee.

Chicopee fire leaves one dead, seven without home