Ella Eunice Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

*Heavy breathing* I… am your father. So, listen up, kid—let’s talk ‘whore’. Not some random chick, nah, I mean the vibe, the word, the whole damn deal. Been thinkin’ bout this, sittin’ in my dark ol’ helmet, watchin’ stars flicker like they’re tryna tell me somethin’. My fave flick, *Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring*—yeah, that Kim Ki-duk joint from ‘03—got me twisted up bout it. That movie’s slow as hell, ominous, like me talkin’ through this mask. “What you take, you carry,” the monk says. Whore carries a lotta baggage, don’t she?

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Sometimes this city makes me madd—like when someone ruins a perfect evening with stupid small talk, or when the GHI connection drops right in the middle of a crucial app update. Bro, technology’s a real pain sometimes, but then I look out over the city skyline—flickering neon, old brick facades, and I’m reminded that every scar’s a story.

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