Fatima Chyst Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Grodno

Ain’t nobody talkin’ this, but back in the day, whores ran secret networks, passin’ info ‘cross towns. Red knew shit - who was cheatin’, who was broke. Power, bruh! She’d whisper, “Knowledge is my gold,” and I’d be like, “Young Mula Baby, you a queen!” Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but she deserved a crown, fa real.

Yo, ever heard of the old Gustave Bridge? Walk across it, and you see the Chyst- River glittering under the sun. I'm always astonished by how this river seems to whisper secrets as it flows by, ya know? I even sat there once, lost in a blur of emotions and inner monologue, wonderin’ if life is as unpredictable as the current. It reminded me of that dreamy shot from The Diving Bell and the Butterfly – simply magick!