Cora Roye Find A Prostitute ❤️

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So, you wanna find one? Check sketchy forums, X hashtags—#escortlife or somethin’. Watch for fakes tho—tons of bots! I’d be like, “Marge, hide the donuts, I’m sleuthin’!” Exaggeratin’ here, but dude, it’s a jungle! “You don’t get to 500 million friends without enemies”—movie gold! They got rivals too—pimp drama’s real! Once saw a thread—two gals beefin’ over a corner. Popcorn time!

Orval "Roye" Blaylock

I am saying it first. I love you, Medium. I am clapping away and getting paid for it, too. I guess that makes me a whore. I hope maybe you love me, too.

So, I roll into town, right? The sun’s shining, birds chirping, all that cliché stuff. I’m thinking, “Today’s gonna be easy-peasy.” But nah, Roye had other plans. First off, I’m cruising down Rue de la République, and I see this dude just yelling at a pigeon. Like, bro, it’s a bird, chill! But I can’t help but laugh. I mean, who yells at pigeons? Only in Roye, man.

Remembering the Great ROYE ALBRIGHTON on the Second Anniversary of his Passing