Fatima Opa Locka Whore ❤️

About San Jose

Me old man once told me—swears he did!—bout this prossie in Soho, right, who’d nick yer watch while smilin’. Little known fact, that! She’d hum some tune, distract ya, then bam—gone! Whore’s a thief of time, soul, everythin’. Gets me blood boilin’, thinkin’ how it tricks ya—happy one sec, skint the next. “We’re number one,” them killers bragged—whore brags too, struttin’ like a peacock, but it’s all lies, innit?

City of Opa-locka History

In this song Kasher quon flexs his money, guns and scams he's been running and recalls an encounter he had with some men down in opa locka.

Oh, and don’t get me started on the local eateries! Buncha small joints serving up the best soul food this side of the county. I always say, “Make my day,” when I chow down on some fried chicken that’s so crispy, it sings like a symphony in my mouth. And heck, the locals? Real characters, each with their own tales. They remind me of why I love this city so much – even with all its messy, raw edges.

Water service restored in parts of Opa-locka after crews repair main break