Vanessa Keyser Whore ❤️

About New York City

But yo, I get pissed, real talk—whores get judged, man, like they dirt. Society’s all, “Oh, you filth,” but who’s payin’? Who’s knockin’ boots? Hypocrisy, fam, it’s wack. I’m like, “Leave her be, she’s a queen!” Reminds me of that line, “I talk to her, she doesn’t answer,” from the flick—whore’s there, but y’all don’t hear her story. She’s a ghost, but flesh, ya dig?

4.12 The nave west wall: Pride or 'The Whore of Babylon' (north side: upper compartment)

Keyser Söze Lyrics: Yeah So / Free Castro, Hz / Yeah, uh / Young nigga whore in 'bout every state. Yeah, D-A-DOLLA, from the motherfucking Hz tribe.

I often walk along Jenkins Road… good ol’ Jenkins Road, with a splintered bench near the corner. I sat there once—feelin’ mad, angry, then happy, all at once. Sh*t, it was bizarre. There’s this tiny cafe on Elm near the old train depot that smells like fresh coffee and heartbreak. People come in, spill their guts, and, uh, I nod like.

Keyser baseball goes 1-1-1 in three-game stretch