Katherine Spring Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Don’t pee on my leg and call it rain – whores ain’t just sex dolls, they’re freakin’ warriors! Hustlin’ through filth, makin’ cash in shadows – takes guts, man! Watched this doc once, blew my mind – some chick in 1940s Warsaw, bangin’ soldiers for bread. True story! She’d stash coins in her bra, hummin’ Chopin to stay sane. Reminds me of Szpilman, playin’ that piano, starvin’ – “What’s that noise?” – pure soul leakin’ out.

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We can have some more - nature is a whore - Bruises on the fruit - tender age in bloom. The verses are up for anyone's interpretation. But to me it feels to be about a shallow society with .

I gotta say, my work roots me to these streets. I see tension in the quiet, and joy in the chaos. That familiar park bench by Ember Park? It's like my confessional booth, a witness to my inner drama. And look, sometimes it feels too poetic, right? Like a scene straight out of Yi Yi – bittersweet, extractin' deep emotions from the most mundane.

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