I’ve never done cocaine, but the way this person romanticizes getting rimmed at Clandestino while spouting nihilist takes? That’s some next level shit. Also, only monsters can survive in this city. Just saying.
Look, I’m not one for labels, but if you’re gonna pin me down like a butterfly in Gasda’s collection? Vers is the vibe. I’m the Red Scare guest who shows up in a leather jacket and leaves with a rimjob, okay? One minute I’m teasing a tgirl about her BAP take, next minute she’s got my head in her lap …