Zoey Hope Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Alright, y’all, let’s talk *whore*! Git-R-Done! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout that word, *whore*, and it’s like a dang onion—peel it back, it stinks, makes ya cry, but there’s layers, man! Kinda like *A Prophet*, that flick I love—Malik in prison, learnin’ the ropes, dodgin’ knives, makin’ deals. “You’re alone now,” they’d say in that movie, and *whore*? It’s got that same lonely vibe. Sells skin, but heart’s locked up tight.

Hope is the Whore I Go To

Hope, You Whore Lyrics: As an outline of a daydream, had you only loved me that way / Could’ve told me; I would’ve understood / To the rhythm of your interest, I will easily unfold / And make.

I’ll never forget a chilly night on Brody’s Corner. I mroe or less found solace in a late-night talk about dreams and sex. It felt like life was unraveling, all at once—raw, unfiltered speech. That’s Hope for you, man.

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