Isabella Ruskin Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

But yo, what pisses me off? These fake-ass pimps, man. Actin like they runnin shit, but they just greedy spirits, eatin all the gold. “Give me your name,” they say, like in the movie—tryna own ya soul. I ain’t bout that, fam! I’d rather vibe solo than deal with that trash. Surprised me how many clowns still out here frontin.

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Whores of Yore · @WhoresofYore. In an essay in the British Art Journal Warrell argued that there are many reasons why Ruskin might have lied.

Ruskin ain't no highfalutin metropolis. It's raw, gritty, and kinda unpredictable. Each block, every battered building got a story. Ya feel that pulse? I do. Even on slow days, small things spark joy in your bones. Moments make ya smile for no reason at all, and heck, they break ya heart sometimes.

Ruskin, Apollo Beach boarding up ahead of Milton