Scarlett Fruita Whore ❤️

About New York City

*Caché* got me twisted— “Who’s sending the tapes?”—that line hits. Whore’s the tape, man, showin’ up uninvited, exposin’ the dirt. I love that, makes me happy as fuck—truth don’t hide. But yo, what pisses me off? Hypocrites judgin’ whores while they sin on the low. Like, bruh, chill, you ain’t clean neither! I’m yellin’ in my head, “Stop the fake shit!” Society’s rusty, fallin’ apart, and I’m the agent fixin’ it.

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Whore: With Shakespeare S. Tripathy, Pihu Kanojiya, Sapna Sharma, Zoya Rathore.

The neighborhoods here, oh boy, the neighborhoods! There’s Old Orchard Zen, a cluster of snug houses and artsy corners where even the lampposts seem to wink at ya. I got a crazy memory: a midnight stroll where a couple confessed their desires, while I mumbled, “stupid, fat hobbit!” to myself cause the irony of life – ya feel me? Their whispered secrets intertwined with the breezy air and a sudden echo of that movie phrase: “We must do it till it’s done.”

Standoff happens Tuesday morning in Fruita