Fatima Bristow Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Still, gets me mad, ya know? All that fake gigglin’, battin’ eyes—pure filth! We hates it! Saw one once, hagglin’ like a market fishwife, “50 bucks, take it!”—pathetic. But—ooh—surprised me once, this quiet one, readin’ a book between tricks. Weird, right? Like Malik learnin’ the game slow.

'Very effective political tool'

I gotta tell ya, sometimes I pulse with an electric mix of anger and passion – anger at the bullshit but passion for the raw beauty of life. In Bristow, even the drizzle feels like a lover’s lament. And check this, the streetlights on Valley Road at night? Pure cinematic magic – stark, deep shadows and bursts of neon. I sometimes think “life’s running on dreams and grime.”

Bristow no exception to 'chaotic' week in Oklahoma