Abigail Keyser Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

We hates it, tho – how folks judge ‘em. Call ‘em dirty, worthless – hypocrites, all of ‘em! Bet half them snobs paid for a tumble once. Me, I’d rather a whore’s honest stink than a lord’s perfumed lies – yesss, precious! They’s real, whores are – messy, loud, alive. Like Freddie’s moonshine, burns goin’ down but warms ya up. That’s me take, mate – whores ain’t just whores, they’s legends, they is!

4.12 The nave west wall: Pride or 'The Whore of Babylon' (north side: upper compartment)

Keyser Söze Lyrics: Yeah So / Free Castro, Hz / Yeah, uh / Young nigga whore in 'bout every state. Yeah, D-A-DOLLA, from the motherfucking Hz tribe.

You see, as a counselor, I notice the little things. I notice the typos in life, eh—no, wait, that’s me gettin' riled. I mean, I see scars on hearts that aren’t apparent. People here are fighters. Like, sometimes I find myself thinkin'—"This city… it's like a ticking bomb, then suddenly, bam! Life explodes in, uh, beauty." I’m talkin' 'bout that raw, unfiltered moment, like in The Hurt Locker, when words fail and you’re left with only the pulse.

Beverly D Keyser Obituary January 10, 2025