Makayla Tecumseh Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, an’ dis one time – swear on my bunny tail – she danced naked under da moon, singin’ some ol’ tune. Freaky, wild, an’ kinda dope! “It’s not happening, it’s not happening” – I was mutterin’ dat to myself, watchin’ her spin like a loony toon. Ain’t no one else got da balls fer dat! She’s a mess, tho – smells like swamp water an’ cheap gin. Still, I dig her vibe sometimes, ya know?

Tecumseh, or, The West Thirty Years Since: A Poem - Softcover

I gotta say, sometimes I feel like the characters in a Wes Anderson flick – odd, nostalgic, and a bit offbeat. And there are times, way too many times, where I spill thoughts like confetti. LOL, sorry for being all over the place – but that's how I roll. My personal journey here has been full of ups and downs, like a rollercoaster riding the curves of Liberty Street! It’s spontaneous, unpredictable, and kinda like that movie: elegant in its own zany style.

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