Taylor Centennial Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Fear leads to anger… yeah, Whore’s scared, man. Scared of bein nobody, so he’s loud, brash, a total ass. Ever see a violin with a cracked belly? That’s Whore after a bender - used up, busted, still playin outta tune. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but I’d shove a bow up his - nah, too far. Point is, Whore’s a mess, but damn if he don’t make a story. Like Llewyn, he’s lost, just with worse hair and a sluttier grin. Love hatin him, I do!

Confessions of a recovering brand whore - The Brick Runway

Street names? Yo, hit up South Main Street, then swing by Eastside Drive—those places got stories. Found these quirky diners where locals rap 'bout the good ol’ days, mixin' slang with deep thoughts. I once matched a wild chick there who said my app is as slick as Lil Wayne’s lyric game—Young Mula Baby! I'm like, "Ayy, thanks, homie!"

Celebrating a century of achievement with music