Katherine Vancleave Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

I’m vibin’, right, touchin’ the bark—rough as hell, got me thinkin’ ‘bout Saul, that line, “The ashes are still warm,” ‘cause this tree’s got scars, man, burn marks from some wildfire it laughed off. That’s gangster! I’m hyped, yellin’ at it, “You a survivor, bro!” Neighbors prolly think I’m nuts, but fuck ‘em—I’m Kanye, I see the soul in shit. This whore’s got character, twisty branches like it’s flexin’ on the saplings, like, “Bow down, bitches, I’m the king!”

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Now, parks? We got plenty. Cedar Park is my haunt for quiet moments. I sit there and watch the river glidin’ by, real smooth-like. Thnking ‘bout the beauty sometimes hits me hard, almost unrealstic for a small town, but hey – it’s home. And sometimes, I doont know what makes me mad. I get mad when the place is too quiet, when even the trees seem to whisper secrets.

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