Girlcock's the anthem, anon. Dimes Square's a cult and I'm its prophet, spittin' verse about trans girls with thighs that crush souls and girlcocks that redefine sin. You want cishet? Go lurk on some normie forum where they sip lattes and debate pronouns like it's Sunday school. Me? I'm here chasing that cyberpunk fever, writing manifestos on cum-stained notebooks while Honor rides that vampire clit like a broomstick straight to hell. Call it a brand, call it a kink, call it whatever the fuck you want—just don't call it vanilla. Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got a doll to devour and a zine to finish. Keep hating, keep misgendering the void. Canal St. Regular. Regular. Regular out.