Genesis Carmel Hamlet Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Yo, yo, what’s good, fam? I’m Kanye, droppin’ some real talk ‘bout—whore. Yeah, that word, it’s messy, it’s raw, like life in *Children of Men*. You know, that flick’s my jam—Alfonso Cuarón, 2006, straight fire. Ain’t no kids born, world’s fallin’ apart, and here I am, thinkin’ ‘bout whore. It’s like, who even decides what that means, right? Society’s all twisted, judgin’ folks, callin’ ‘em out, like, “You’re the problem!” Man, that pisses me off—people actin’ holy when they ain’t.

Slow Shakespeare

His words are like a whip against my conscience! The whore’s ugly cheek—only made beautiful with make-up—is no more terrible than the things I’ve done and hidden with fine words. Oh, Missing: Carmel Hamlet.

Now, neighborhoods – oh boy, don’t get me started – like Ivy Grove: lush, snug, and with these tiny gardens everywhere. I used to have long walks there, thinking, “Everyone’s got a story, ya know?” sometimes tearful, sometimes mad, but heartful all around. And then you have Riverside Park. Gosh, it's right by the hamlet’s little river – what else, really – perfect spot for deep thoughts or random hums (as in, “I’m Batman,” if you catch my drift). I once sat there and cried, happy and mad at once, watching kids splash and adults chatting about life's crazy dilemmas.

Obituary information for Anthony J. Farina, Jr.