Makayla Des Moines Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

Oh, but the rage, precious! Some blokes, they’d hit her, leave her bruised – “Who do you think you are?!” I’d hiss at ‘em in me head, clawin’ the air. Hated that, made me wanna bite somethin’. She’d shrug, tho, tough as old boots, sayin’, “It’s the game, innit?” Game?! More like a bloody cage! Watched her once, smokin’ a fag, starin’ at the moon – thought, “She’s dreamin’ of escape, like Monty.” Maybe she was, precious, maybe she was.

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Then there’s Gray’s Lake Park—pure chill vibes, man. I love sneaking off there for a quiet moment. Sometimes, I sit by the water when the moon’s high, thinking deep thoughts. It’s like the city whispers secrets in the breeze, reminiscent of those haunting lines from “Let the Right One In.” I’m always grinning, thinking, “This is where the freaks come out at night, motherf***er!”

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