Rebecca Yoko Whore ❤️❤️

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Here’s the kicker—whores like Ruby, they’re ghosts in plain sight. Folks judge, but don’t see the fight. Me, I see it—Morgan Freeman eyes, y’all, catchin’ what others miss. She’s no saint, sure—messes up, gets sloppy, but who don’t? I’m ramblin’ now, typin’ fast, typos galore—sue me, I’m hyped! Point is, Ruby’s real—flawed, fierce, human. “Requiem” taught me that—everybody’s got their drug, their hustle. Hers just wears fishnets.

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Just a smol dog in a big world. My mother's greatest treasure and the Kween of my world. Yasss gurrrl, I really do slay.

Lenox Park is my go-to escape. It’s got quirky benches an old fountain. I even heard a whisper or two there—funny stuff sometimes. And then there's the river, Bravon. It winds by Oakview Bridge, a hidden gem where reflections run wild, like in "Ida"—as the movie says, "The world is made up of moments." Crazy, right? I mean, it's like my own diary of memories.

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