Kayla Flatlands Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

So, whore—oldest gig in the galaxy, right? Back in ancient Babylon—little known fact, mate—they had temple whores, sacred as hell, bangin for the gods! Ain’t that a trip? Makes me happy, thinkin how humans twist shit—holy to filthy in a blink. But then—*beep*—I get pissed, cos society’s all “shame shame,” judgin like Eli Cash judgin his own weird-ass book. “Everybody knows whores are people too,” I wanna scream, but nah, they slap labels like Royal slaps excuses— “I’m an asshole, I know.”

The Satanic Verses

On her song “Hope, You Whore”, Talmers watches as a relationship falls apart in front of her, another failed coupling colored by the false sheen of.

I remember my first day in Funky Hollow. I was, like, super nervous. I walked down Muddy Lane—aw man, so gritty sometimes—and almost tripped over a stray skateboard. Thought, "Oh snap, Flatlands is wild, baby!" And then, out of nowhere, some old-timer spat, "That's what she said!" And I burst right out laughing! Epic moment.

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