Lauren Meadow Lakes Whore ❤️

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I ain’t gonna lie, I was vexed at first – why’s this ride gettin’ all the stares? Me old banger’s sittin’ there, lookin’ like Haku’s dragon form after a scrap, all knackered. But then, I clocked it – them whore cars ain’t just metal, they’re soul, innit! Like No-Face chuckin’ gold, they pull ya in. Little fact, yeah? Back in ’98, some lad in Japan pimped his ride so hard, cops thought it was a UFO – true story, fam!

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Oh, and don’t even get me started on the boulevard on East Meadow – with all its street art and murals, they make ya feel like you can taste every emotion. I’m always starstruck by how art and sweat mix on sidewalks. And I swear, when I’m out there, bitin’ on a sloppy taco at Gringo’s Corner (yeah, that place, sooo local!) – I get it. The city’s soul is beatin’ in my veins, it’s like aroused energy, man.

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