Elise Pekin Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Whore’s got layers, man—like Remy’s sauce, rich, messy, bold. I’m watchin’ *Ratatouille*, thinkin’, “This rat gets it—hustle’s hustle.” Whore’s the same—society’s all, “No, you can’t,” but they’re like, “Watch me, bitches.” That grit? Fuels my dark side. Love it. Hate the judgy pricks tho—makes me wanna Force-choke ‘em.

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Hearing these words, twenty-five hostesses panicked and raced to the small dormitory room upstairs that served as their hideout whenever news about police Was there competition .

Now, neighborhoods—oh boy, let’s rap about Westside. It’s gritty, real, a hidden gem. Street murals scream life. I spent an afternoon in a dive café on Maple St. (real local, ya feel?) where strangers share tales in laughs and spilled coffee. “I love you. I...love you,” it echoed in my mind like in the movie, all sweet and wild.

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