Hazel Keyser Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

So, check it, whores ain’t just bodies for hire, fam. Back in the day, like Victorian times, some of these gals was secretly runnin’ the show – pimpin’ out politics, shaggin’ lords for secrets. Little known fact, yeah? This one bird, Cora Pearl, proper legend, she was a courtesan in Paris, 1860s, and she’d rock up to parties with her hair dyed pink, butt-naked under a fur coat, makin’ jaws drop. I’m like, “Respect, gal, you owned it!” Made me happy as a pig in shit, seein’ a whore flex like that. Is it ‘cos I is black? Nah, it’s ‘cos I see the hustle others miss, innit.

Keyser Söze

Listen to Whore Hammer on Spotify. Song · Satori ·

You see, as a counselor, I notice the little things. I notice the typos in life, eh—no, wait, that’s me gettin' riled. I mean, I see scars on hearts that aren’t apparent. People here are fighters. Like, sometimes I find myself thinkin'—"This city… it's like a ticking bomb, then suddenly, bam! Life explodes in, uh, beauty." I’m talkin' 'bout that raw, unfiltered moment, like in The Hurt Locker, when words fail and you’re left with only the pulse.

Keyser baseball falls at Spring Mills, 10-0