Rebecca Keyser Whore ❤️

About San Diego

We sniffs it out, see? The rot, the glitter. Once knew a geezer, swore his sis was “just dancin’”—ha! Dancin’ my arse, she was whorin’! Laughed ‘til I choked, stupid git. Makes me happy, though—people’s daft lies. Ooh, but the smell—perfume and sweat, gag! Like sniffin’ a sewer in heels. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares? Whore’s a ghost, floatin’ through, takin’ coin, leavin’ shame. “Fuck the past, it’s done!”—Spike’s line fits, don’t it?

Concept and creation

Keyser Söze Lyrics: Yeah So / Free Castro, Hz / Yeah, uh / Young nigga whore in 'bout every state. Yeah, D-A-DOLLA, from the motherfucking Hz tribe.

I mean, do YOU get it? It’s like, every crack, every shadow, every burst of starlight is life itself. And I’m right here, feelin' it, every day. Srry for the ramblin’, gotta run… but remember, Keyser’s not just a dot on the map—it's an emotion. I'm lovin' it, even when I'm riled up a bit, y’know?

Lilley Keyser and Sydney Myers heading back home to compete for Plattsburgh State women's soccer