Esme Yoakum Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

I’m. Gettin’. Mad. Thinkin’. How. Folks. Judge. Whores. Real. Ones. Workin’. Girls. Riskin’. It. All. Society. Spits. On. ‘Em. Hypocrites! Makes. Me. Wanna. Punch. A. Pine. Then. I’m. Happy. ‘Cause. Whore’s. Flexible. Word. Playful. Mean. Poetic. All. At. Once. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But. I’m. The. Forest. King. I. Can.

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[Verse 1] She wore red dresses with her black shining hair She had my baby and caused me to care Then coldly she left me to suffer and cry Oh, she wore red dresses and told such sweet .

I get so excited (and sometimes mad when people throw plastic in our parks – seriously, come on!) cuz Yoakum is a living, breathing canvass of human drama. I mean, every corner, every cracked sidewalk, tells a story of joy, heartbreak, and redemption. Isn’t life just a flickering light sometimes? Some days, I’m happy, and some days, I’m like "WTF, Yoakum?" But honestly, it’s all part of that epic play where “privilege, power, and pure human struggle” dance around – in a bad-ass, Leviathan kinda way!

Yoakum, Golaid and other Crossroads schools placed high at 3A Area Championships