Rose Cocoa Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But I’m sayin’—whores everywhere. Not judgin’, just observin’. You a whore if you ditch your homies for clout. Or kiss ass for a raise. “I will not fall into despair,” Solomon vibe—me neither. I just sip coffee, watch whores dance. Funny, sad, wild—all that. What you think, bruh? Whore’s the real mystery—case never closes.

Cocoa Whore

I love hanging around Rendezvous Park. Yes, that’s the name! A small patch of green near the Banana River. The river? It winds like a lazy serpent behind our quaint town. I recall a day (or ten, who’s counting?) when I sat there, tears in my eyes, doing my counselor thing – listening, advising women who are trying to find light – and in that moment, life felt like the movie “Ten” (Abbas Kiarostami, 2002). The line, “The possibilities are endless,” rang so true. Yup, my gut screamed that.

Cocoa: a bittersweet tale