Elise Bowie Whore ❤️❤️

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Pisses me off, tho, how it’s all hush-hush. Cargo’s tracked, tagged, but whore? Off the grid, baby! Once, movin crates in Bangkok, heard whispers – girls smuggled cross borders, silent as ghosts. Got me thinkin, who’s the real villain? Me, shiftin TVs, or the system screwin em? Dr. Evil vibe kicks in – pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” I’d burn it all down for kicks. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but fuck it, feels true!

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Like, seriously though, I’m kinda obsessed with how Bowie makes you feel. It’s not just a place, it’s like a living, breathing vibe. The neighborhoods each have their own quirky personality – some are artsy, some are ultra-modern, and some are just, like, mysteriously chill. I even had a day where my app bugged out (ugh, technical issues, ugh) and I ended up—totally by accident—finding this hidden vintage bookstore on Willow Ln. The shop was this crazy maze of old records and books. I was like “There will be blood!” – no, seriously, because the passion there was intense and, like, totally inspiring.

Six Flags America in Bowie to close this fall