Amina Raquel/Sixteen/Bay Baby.
Oakland city represent, address me as your majesty. Tattoos. Piercings. Music. Concerts. Trashy. I do as I please; not a care in the in the world.
"It's easy enough to read the thoughts of a newcomer. Everything seems beautiful because you don't understand. Those flying fish, they're not leaping for joy, they're jumping in terror. Bigger fish want to eat them. That luminous water, it takes its gleam from millions of tiny dead bodies. The glitter of putrescence. There is no beauty here, only death and decay. Everything good dies here, even the stars."
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