Gabriella Hoover Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Little secret, tho – heard she cries sometimes. Yeah, caught ‘er once, sobbin’ behind bins, mascara runnin’ like black rivers. Shocked me, it did! Thought, “What’s this, precious? Whore’s got a soul?” Maybe she’s like Benny, wantin’ out but stuck. “Ain’t no peace here!” – movie vibes, man. Felt sad, then mad – why’s she still here, eh?

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She goes to church every Sunday. Oh no, Ryle! What if your mother thinks I’m a blasphemous whore?” Ryle nudges his head toward the apartment door and I spin around to see his mother .

i gotta say, in hoover, you get love, you get weirdness, you get awe. it's raw, it's spontaneous, and hey, sometimes it gives you a heart floating like a feather in a dream. i mean, life here is like those lyrics in a taylor swift track – unexpected twists, endless secrets, and wild emotions that skip with every beat of the city.

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