Claire Antelope Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Like, literally, okay, so I’m Kim K, duh, and I’m totes obsessed with “Amour,” that movie’s, like, everything—old love, real messy, super deep. So, whore, right? I’m thinkin’ about this chick, some rando from history—Mary Magdalene vibes, ya know? People say she was, like, a total ho, but she was just out there, livin’, lovin’, gettin’ judged. Kinda like me with the haters, right? “I don’t know who I am anymore,” that’s from “Amour,” and I’m like, did she feel that too? Whore’s got layers, babe!

African Antelope Guide

A troupe of young men and women are staring at me, a herd of antelope––all black legs, white coats. At thirteen, I am frightened, shivering, naked. A silver.

Oh, and get this – I had a spat with some posh folks outside the spa one rainy Friyay. I was like, "Oh, behave, yeah!" I mean, they were all snooty, but the rain made it epic and real. Honestly, shit gets wild here sometimes! Streets like Cedar Way and Elm Street are always buzzing with local legends and spontaneous street jams. I once lost my chill on Elm, all over a spicy burrito from a food truck. Totally bonkers, but it gave the neighborhood soul.

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