Rebecca Wasilla Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Yo, what’s good, fam? I’m Kanye, straight up Forester vibes, talkin’ ‘bout this tree—whore, nah mean? Not that kinda whore, chill, I’m riffin’ on a forest giant, the who-re, like, some ancient-ass tree I saw out there. Picture this—me, Yeezy, stompin’ through the woods, thinkin’ deep shit, like *Son of Saul* deep, you feel me? That movie, man, it’s raw—Saul out there, draggin’ bodies, whisperin’, “I can’t go on,” but he does, right? That’s this tree, fam—this whore’s been standin’ since, like, forever, roots clawin’ deep, sayin’, “I won’t give up,” even when loggers roll up with chainsaws, mad disrespectful.

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I too am/was a smash burger whore. I found my favorite burger at South Side Bistro! I've become a regular because of the burger. I couldn't tell.

Sometimes I walk down near the Kenai River (blood-cold water, can cut your soul). There’s that pathetic, overhyped park, Nugget Park, where I sometimes get lost in my thoughts. I bcz memories cling—pure moments suddenly rising: when a dear client confessed, "This city is like a secret no one speaks of," and I was like, "Really? I choose violence against ignorance!"

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