Natalie Sebastopol Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

I’m watchin’ her, thinkin’, “Who’s this broad?” She’s slick – moves like she owns ya. Kinda pisses me off, how she don’t care, just takes what she wants. Reminds me of that line, “You’re afraid of everything!” from the flick – she ain’t scared, tho. She’s the one breakin’ *me*, man! I’m yellin’ in my head, “Apollo don’t lose!” but she’s got that smirk, like, “Try me, champ.”

The Nightingale Society

lyrics. How does it feel to be a white trash whore? I give you my love and you just want more. Milk me dry. Look me in the eye. I got the dish I wanted.

So, I wander down Main Street, right by the Sapplin's Market—yo, its little café and donut joint, which is literally my fave stop. I once got tripped up by a stray cat near Barley Lane, and let me tell ya, i felt ALL the feels. D’oh! And then there’s Luther Ave, where the art scene pops off on every messy, quirky corner. Got some murals that scream "Wow, life is deep!" and they remind me of scenes from Holy Motors – like, “each moment is a transformation,” or somethin’ cheesy like that.

Lady Urchins sweep Union, face Sebastopol in semifinals