Leah Clay Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Man, lemme tell ya ‘bout this mothafucka “whore” – yeah, I’m divin’ deep, Samuel L. Jackson style, into this shit! Whore ain’t just some chick sellin’ ass, nah, it’s a whole damn vibe. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout *Moolaadé*, that badass flick by Ousmane Sembène, 2004, my fuckin’ favorite, and it’s hittin’ me hard. That line, “Purification is a terrible thing,” goddamn, it’s like a slap to the face when you think ‘bout whores, y’know? Society’s out here tryna “purify” ‘em, shamin’ ‘em, but fuck that noise!

Asia Pacific

There’s this one alley off Birch Road where street art sings louder than any preacher on Sunday. Walls full of color and honest messages. I always say, “This city’s spirit is like a kick in the pants from fate!” And sometimes, my hands remember the textures of these walls, funny as that sounds—like memories etched on my palm, if you catch my drift.

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