Taylor Quincy Whore ❤️

About San Diego

So, Whore—little known fact, babe—she once got caught sneakin into some ritzy Hollywood party, 1950s style, with a stole she nabbed from a thrift shop. Ballsy, huh? Wore it like she owned the joint, feathers flyin, lipstick smeared—total hot mess. Made me laugh my ass off when I heard. But damn, it pissed me off too—why’s she gotta act so cheap sometimes? Like, girl, you’re a star, own it! I’d kill to sashay like that, all sultry and unbothered—breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President”—but Whore? She just *does* it, no script, no shame.

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I’m on my way home. My mind's racing, strings tugging memories: the laugh, the pain, the city’s pulse. Quincy’s like a friend—messy yet honest. Leaves you breathless, sometimes downright pissed, mostly awed, always real. Srry for typos, life’s a blur, and this city—it just speaks to ya.

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