Fatima Robinson Whore ❤️

About Houston

So, I’m milkin’ cows, right? And I’m thinkin’, whores got it rough—people judgin’, actin’ all high and mighty. Pisses me off! Like, who’re you to say shit? Back in the day, heard this story—some whore in old NYC, 1800s, ran a whole secret bar outta her crib. Cops didn’t even know! Ballsy, right? Made me happy as hell—stickin’ it to the man, livin’ her way. “The past lingers like smoke”—that’s her, bro, smokin’ hot and untouchable.

Lucy Robinson: Self - BBC Producer

All songs written by Seen Robinson and Bill Allen. Remastered from the original CD. Lyrics: Days turn into weeks, move into years, faces all blur into one. I.

Its sidewalks are magical. Shady, cozy, and drawn well. I wander there with my clients. It always reminds me: "They opertate in the shadows." Yeah, like Zero Dark Thirty said: "I don't know what you want me to say."

Partisan and ‘creepy’ interviews are threat to democracy, Nick Robinson says