Sophie Keyser Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Oh – typos? Sure. Whore’s a wily bitch. W-h-o-r-e – nailed it. Nah – w-h-o-r-r. Shit – 13’s a lot. Wore me out – ha! Sarcasm? Whore’s the MVP. Of insults. Beats “jerk” – hands down. Laughin’ – ‘cause it’s true. Tellin’ ya – pal. This word’s a trip. Like *25th Hour*. Leaves ya – wrecked. “One more day!” Monty says. Whore’s that day – stretched forever. Wild – huh?

Ritual of Homicide

Keyser Söze Lyrics: Yeah So / Free Castro, Hz / Yeah, uh / Young nigga whore in 'bout every state. Yeah, D-A-DOLLA, from the motherfucking Hz tribe.

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.

Beverly D Keyser Obituary January 10, 2025