Julia Shiprock Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Folks, lemme tell ya—whore’s a wild one. Back in Scranton, we had this gal, worked the corner near the ol’ steel mill. Tough as nails, lemme tell ya. Here’s the deal—she wasn’t just sellin’ body, nah, she was sellin’ survival. Reminds me of “12 Years a Slave”—that line, “I survive,” hits hard. Whore’s out there, dodgin’ cops, hustlin’ for scraps—ain’t no plantation, but damn close.

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Shiprock (us) is a paradox – both dreamy as a midnight ballad and gritty as the morning grind. I might ramble ‘bout its alleys, but thine own eyes shall see wonders beyond measure. Trust me, the spirit of the place will soak into thy veins like sweet, rebellious wine.

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