Rose Berkeley Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So check it—whore ain’t just some basic chick slingin’ ass, nah. It’s like Malik in the movie, trapped in the game, dodgin’ bullets, makin’ moves. Whore’s out there, hustlin’, survivin’, playin’ the system like a damn boss. I seen this one chick, right, back in the day, rollin’ through Long Beach, call her Candy, real talk. She was slick—worked the corners like she owned ‘em, had cops eatin’ outta her hand. Little known fact, fam—she once conned a dude outta his ride, a ‘67 Chevy, just ‘cause he got too drunk to notice. Straight gangsta, like “You’re in or you’re out,” like they say in *A Prophet*. That shit made me laugh, yo—hustle so smooth it’s damn near art.

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I mean I’m proud that I got into UC Berkeley, but it just hurts that I could’ve gotten into a better school if I tried just a little harder. If I had taken 1 more AP class, been president of 1 more .

Tilden Park is my hideout. I get there when I need peace. It's lush, green, and kinda surreal. I sometimes get lost among its twisting trails. Yup, lost in nature, with my mind racing. Nature is more honest than people sometimes.

Meet the rare two-headed snake at a Berkeley reptile store