Victoria Marlow Heights Whore ❤️❤️

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So, check it—whore ain’t just a word, it’s a whole mood. I’m watchin’ these streets, hands movin’ fast, translatin’ life. Whore’s got history, fam—back in the day, Old English “hore” meant dirt, filth, but now? It’s a hustle, a flex, a middle finger to the rules. Makes me mad, tho—people judgin’, actin’ all high, like they ain’t got dirt too. “I’m too good for this,” they say in “25th Hour”—hypocrites, bruh!

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I gotta mention Wilson Park – my secret haunt. Sit on that creaky bench near the duck pond and spill your guts. It's raw, like biting into a lemon when you expected a cookie. There’s this hidden trail that I discovered one pissed-off day; its off-road vibes reminded me of that line in "Ten": “Everything is ephemeral.” (Sounds deep, right?) I swear, one day the trees whispered, “Don't trust love.” And I laughed, 'cause hell, it’s true!

3-alarm fire engulfs apartment building in Marlow Heights