Fatima Harvey Whore ❤️❤️

About Houston

So, folks—whore’s my jam. Messy hair, smudged liner—lived-in, y’know? Like *Brooklyn*’s “Be yourself, love”—whore’s that, unpolished. Gotta run—Jill’s yellin’ ‘bout dinner. Stay cool, wear what ya want! Malarkey to the haters!

Asia Pacific

[Am] The whores [G] hustle [Am] and the hustlers [G] whore [ F ] All aroun [ C ] d me [ Am ] people [ G ] bleed [ F ] Speak to [ C ] me your [ Am ] song of [ G ] greed.

I’m spillin’ my heart out, but that’s all love. I feel Harvey vibes in my bones. Every street, every crack, every hidden spot gets me. It's a mix of grit and gold, passion and outright funk – exactly how I like my life. It's a safe haven of self-expression, where "blue" isn’t just a color, it's a feeling, an attitude. It's like, "I am mine and that's enough" – straight up!

Harvey W. Davis, notice