Downtown Girl
Downtown Girl, Red Lipstick and No Apologies
Red lips, sharper lines, no detours.
I ride through the city like it's a thought I haven’t finished yet. The cab is quiet. The neon bleeds through the glass and catches in my lipstick. I listen more than I speak — and when I do, it's because the moment’s earned it. This isn’t a performance. It’s a procession.
What I'm Into: night-blooming jasmine, slow heeled rhythms, sealed decisions, neon through glass, the city that doesn't sleep with you
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