Ivy Firebaugh Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Great Scott! So, this chick, right—whore—man, she’s a trip! I’m talkin’ wild, like somethin’ outta “A Prophet,” y’know? That flick’s my jam—gritty, real, got that prison vibe. Whore’s like Malik, the main dude—starts off all green, naive as hell, but then—bam!—she’s runnin’ the show. Hustlin’, dealin’, dodgin’ pigs. Saw her once, swear, outside some dive bar, skirt hiked up, cig hangin’ loose—pure chaos, man!

"Firebaugh" lyrics

She's the town whore, the village star. Who'll be the one to get up her dress? Pass on by avoid this mess. Firebaugh, Firebaugh A place where no one dreams.

Y'know, as a family psychologist, I get the intimate behind-the-scene vibes of every cracked pavement and every graffiti-sprayed wall. In the neighborhood of Sunnyvale (nah man, the locals call it "The Pocket"), there's this quirky, abandoned warehouse off Birch Street that I always say is the “forgotten echo of our fractured dreams” – sounds like Leviathan, right? “The beast that lurks beneath the surface” – damn, that movie strikes again!

Olam plant in Firebaugh to close by August, 275 jobs affected