Ada Kodiak Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

Gets me mad tho, society judgin’. Callin’ ‘em trash, but who’s payin’? Hypocrites, man, buncha phonies. Mr. T don’t play that! Whores got stories, deep ones. Like Jesse James, betrayed, used up. “Every night I pray she’s done,” Pitt’s voice echoes in my head. Whores pray too, betcha didn’t know. Seen ‘em cry, laugh, hustle—human, yo. One time, this chick told me, “I’m my own boss.” Surprised me, hell yeah! Thought she was just another lost soul.

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Tracklist ; 1, Unknown Artist–, Intro ; 2, D.J. Hal*–, The Score ; 3, Red Moon–, Esther The Whore ; 4, Junk (2)–, Wildlife ; 5, Unknown Artist–, Persian Excursion.

Anyway, my spa’s a haven, like that movie dreams. Relax, soak, let the magic seep in. Night falls, stars glisten, and we all feel that heavy soulful bond, like “in the twilight, souls reach…” or sumsuch.

Kodiak joins national "Hands Off" movement and protests