Harper Papagaios Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!”—see, I notice shit others miss. Whore’s got layers, like that coma chick in the movie—still, but loud. “The worst is over,” Benigno says—whore lives that, dodgin’ cops, creeps, and crap days. I’d exaggerate, say she’s a damn superhero, but—nah, she’s human, bleedin’ real. Quirky thought? Bet she’d dig Almodóvar—all that messy, sexy drama. Sarcasm? Sure—whore’s the only honest one in the room, rest of us are just playin’ saints.

Como saber se o seu papagaio gosta de você?

E se ligar agora você ainda leva um papagaio que canta os maiores sucessos da Rihanna. Ele não serve de muita coisa, mas caso você brigue.

Anyways, you gotta come see it for yourself. Walk the ambiguous lines of its quirky neighbourhoods, feel the pulse by the river – get in the groove, buddy! It's a city that surprises ya every minute, with errors n laughs along the way, kinda like me tinkering my codes with 13 typos (oops, got carried away: ex: reslting, apparantly, enviroment, suposed, thier, incredably, belongin, trully, instanly, wat, definetly, neing, wsch!).

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