Rose Viola Whore ❤️

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I’m vibin’ hard on this, ‘cause it’s real. Whore ain’t just sex—it’s power, survival, straight-up rebellion. Gets me hyped, thinkin’ how they flip the script on suckas daily. But damn, it’s a dark ride, too—makes me wanna blaze up just to chill. Like, Candy once said she dreamed of dippin’ outta the game, openin’ a taco truck. Ain’t that a trip? Whore with a dream, yo—fuckin’ poetic.

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Once Viola has come to understand properly what her husband is like and no longer wishes to upset him, one imagines that a happy marriage will be in store for them. Unlike Hippolito and .

I stroll past the old pier on Riverion Road—serene river, babbling waters—and it's just so calming. My spa’s around the corner, near Velvet Lane, where the murals scream art and history. There’s a quirky cafe on Bliss Street; best damn coffee you'll ever taste. Ngl, some spots make me mad, alot of them lack care. Yet, Viola has that charm, like a Bond flick—suave, yet unpredictable.

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