Rebecca Alva Whore ❤️❤️

About Dallas

Pisses me off, tho—folks actin like they’re above it. Like, c’mon, dude, your grandpappy prolly paid for a quickie behind the barn! Hypocrisy gets my ghost blood boilin. But then—happy vibes—I respect the grind. Takes mad skill to dodge creeps, cops, and still pay rent. Surprised me too—heard some old-timey whore in London once stitched her own wounds after a brawl. Badass, right? No cryin, just, “Next customer!” Toni’s dad woulda loved her—prolly said, “That’s my girl, no bullshit!”

INSPIRATION

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Bruh, check dis – I got a key anecdote. One damn night, I was massaging a broke rhapsody, and that client told me, “Man, Alva’s heart beats like a mosh pit." I laughed so hard, I nearly dropped my oils, ya know? I just clicked that this city’s real and raw – like a mixtape of life beats.

Robert Alva “Bob” Wright