Victoria Covington Whore ❤️

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So, this chick—whore—she’s a ghost, fam! Claims rollin’ in—car wrecks, slips, falls—all bullshit. I’m thinkin’, “She’s scammin’, no doubt.” Dig into her X posts—fuckin’ chaos! Pics of her flashin’ cash, blurry PDFs, some dude’s hospital bill. Gabagool? Ova here! She’s playin’ dumb, but I smell it—somethin’s cookin’. Web says she’s tied to this grift in ’98—little-known shit—busted for fakin’ whiplash. Slipped outta jail ‘cause some cop fucked up the paperwork. Slippery like No-Face eatin’ everything, y’know?

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Not between me and the f*cking world. That's the way I was raised. But if you're going to be a little whore and open up your mouth for attention.

Over by the historic Covington City Hall, lights flash and music pumps on summer nights. It always makes me mad in a good way – like, “fuck it, let’s party!” Yup, Tony Montana style, brash and bold. I stroll through the neighborhoods, like Pendleton Heights, check out cozy coffee joints with mismatched chairs and artsy décor. They sometimes say, “Spring breakers, baby!” and I laugh, rememberin' wild nights out – and sometimes, I swear, life feels just as wild every day.

Suspect, victims identified in shooting that left 2 Covington Walmart employees dead, another critical