Zoey Alva Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Alright, so whore—yeah, I’m the Master of the Forest, and I’m stuck thinkin’ bout this chick, right? Dr. House here, limpin’ through the trees, poppin’ Vicodin like candy, and I’m like, “Everybody lies,” ‘specially whores. Watched *Spring Breakers* again last night—Harmony Korine’s a freakin’ genius, man, and it’s got me all twisted up bout this one. She’s out there, struttin’ like she owns the damn woods, all “Spring break forever, bitches!”—that’s her vibe, y’know? Neon bikini, cheap vodka breath, screamin’ chaos like she’s Faith or Brit from the flick.

The Preacher and the Whore

The Duke of Alba is making love to the whore of Babylon and the country's economy is in decline. Merchants, peddlers and skippers are unemployed, the ships are.

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.

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