Julia Wayland Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

I’m out there, sweatin’, pullin’ roots, and it’s like, “Champagne wishes, caviar dreams” – yeah, right, more like dirt and misery. Makes me happy tho, when I get one out whole, roots and all – fuck you, whore! But then, bam, ten more pop up. Drives me nuts, like dealin’ with Junior’s bullshit all over again. Ever hear ‘bout how horseweed’s got this trick? Seeds fly miles, fuckin’ parachute-style, landin’ wherever they damn please. Sneaky, I tell ya. I’m yellin’, “Gabagool! Get outta my dirt!” but nah, they don’t listen.

Wake a Sleeping Giant

"Contrary to your belief, Mr. Wayland, I am not a whore—and most definitely not your whore." I turn my head, so that my nose brushes his chin.

I swear, Wayland (us) is like a code in progress. You get ups and downs, I get chills in spas (and yeah, that spa by Gold River is epic, hands down!). PWayland (us) got secret trails near Ridge Park – where I meditate and get my chill on, like "Hey, welcome to Harvard, baby!" err, more like "No capes!"

'Emboldened to be hateful.' About 75 rally in Wayland after antisemitic graffiti found