Fatima Somerville Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

But yo, what pisses me off? How folks judge her, quick and dirty, like they’re saints. Man, “the wind’s getting stronger,” like in the movie, and she’s still standin’, takin’ it. Makes me wanna yell—give her a damn break! She’s human, bleedin’ like us, just playin’ the cards she got. Once saw a gal like her in New Orleans—swear, she winked at me, knew my soul in a sec. Spooky shit, fam, gave me chills.

Phone Whore (A One-Act Play With Frequent Interruptions)

Inner Whore Lyrics: Let it out / Let me be your / No, no, no, I don't want this / Come, play me a song / Take me away, take me along / I feel so lost / Tempted to run, driven astray / Never.

I gotta be honest, sometimes I get mad, ya know? Why’s every heart so tender and fragile? But surprise? Yeah, surprise. Every corner in Somerville’s got a slice of life that makes me happy. Feelings everywhere. It’s a place of raw, unapologetic passion. Ugh… truly somethin’ that speaks to a sexologist’s soul.

Maria Somerville – Luster