Emilia Hialeah Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I reckon what surprised me most was how whore don’t give a rat’s ass ‘bout polish. It’s messy, rough—like Yubaba’s cackle, all jagged edges. And I love it! Reminds me o’ that line, “Somethin’ you wouldn’t recognize—it’s called love.” Whore’s got heart, y’all, even if it’s glitchy as hell. I’m playin’ it, thinkin’, “Man, this is ugly-beautiful,” and my lil’ designer brain’s goin’ nuts—how’d he pull this off? Prolly cried a river when it shipped, too. I’d’a hugged him, but I’d spill my sweet tea.

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I swear – sometimes my hands get all tingly, like I’m massagin’ life itself. Feelin’ that pulse from ya muscles right here on the concrete jungle. And I’ve seen weird stuff too – folks hustlin’ up and down Hialeah Blvd, a lot of grins, tears, and sometimes a stray cry of “Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon!” (yeah, that movie’s deep, man). It’s like every back I work on tells a story.

Hialeah used to look like that? See photos of early shopping and business in the city