Zoe Clayton Whore ❤️❤️

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But then—fuck!—she pisses me off, too. Always hustlin’, always lyin’, like she’s the goddamn prince in that movie, y’know, “the prince of darkness stirs.” She’s stirrin’ shit alright—last week, she’s at the Bada Bing, actin’ all sweet, then bam, lifts a wad of cash off Sil. He’s screamin’, I’m laughin’—fuckin’ hilarious! But I’m thinkin’, “This broad’s trouble, Tone, watch it.” She’s a user, y’know? Sucks ya dry, leaves ya broke and horny.

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American Whore. They bought my silence, they sold my grief. Pray for me Pray for me. They sold me hatred, they sold me greed.

I don’t wanna sound all emo or smth, but Clayton’s got soul. Every crack in a sidewalk, every graffiti tag tells a story. It’s spontaneous, messy, and, yeah, a bit unpredictable. Like, one minute you’re chillin’ by the river, and another, some street performer is dropping truth bombs like "life’s a series of code blocks – debug it!" Seriously, such deep vibes.

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