Anna Coraopolis Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Yo, “What’s hidden will surface,” Haneke said that shit. Whore’s the surface, the raw, the unfiltered. I’m typin’ fast, fuck typos, whor, whoer, whoore—see? Don’t care! It’s passion, it’s me, Kanye, spillin’ my soul. Surprised me how deep it goes—whore’s a mirror, reflectin’ us. You watch *Caché*, you get it—secrets bleed out. Whore’s the bleed, the truth, the anticorrosion coat we need.

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Sometimes i scribble on my massage schedule: “This is a quest!” – a nod to the surreal drama of everyday existence. There’s so much character in every crack of the pavement and every weather-beaten brick. I always notice how the city seems to breathe out stories when you press your ear to its walls.

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