Zoey Towson Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Funny tho—people clutch pearls, but they watch porn! Ha! Whore’s out here workin’, they just spectatin’. Exaggeratin’ for effect—she’s a goddess, fam, a rebel! I’m rantin’, thoughts bouncin’—she’s a puzzle, a vibe, a storm. Ain’t no perfect ending, just raw-ass truth. Whores, man, they’re the real labyrinth—twisted, wild, beautiful. Peace.

We are Towson University.

It is a poem that I believe that all writers, and, by extension, artists can relate to. “To The Whore Who Took My Poems” is a love letter to the creators of the.

Oh, and the river! Not too big, but the Jones Falls runs close. I love sittin’ on its banks on lazy, windy days, thinking 'bout life and all its maddening goodness. Occasionally, the water tumbles over rocks and makes a little ruckus. That sound calms the chaos in my head, like a whispered secret from an old friend.

Carter, Stewart Place First At Towson Senior Twilight Meet