Layla Fernan Nunez Whore ❤️❤️

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Alright, so here’s the deal with whores—yeah, I said it, whores! Tina Fey comin’ at ya, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” vibe. Whores, man, they’re everywhere, always have been, right? Like, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout “The Pianist”—Roman Polanski, 2002, my fave, duh—and it hits me. Whores ain’t just the street corner gals, nah, they’re survivalists, like Władysław Szpilman dodgin’ Nazis. “I must go on living,” he says, and whores? Same energy. They’re hustlin’, scrapin’ by, dodgin’ society’s bullshit judgments.

Homecoming

2, Followers, 3, Following, 8 Posts - Fernán Núñez (@fernannu) on Instagram: "⚖️".

Yo, what’s crackin’? So lemme tell ya 'bout PFernan-Nunez, fo’ shizzle my nizzle – this city be mad wild, y'know? I'm chillin’ here as a women’s counselor, so I peep all them hidden vibes. Yo, check it: down on Calle Solera, where the sun kisses the pavement, the vibe is lit. I stroll these streets; they got soul, ya feel me?

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