Mia Mogan Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Me, I’m just ramblin’ now—mind’s a mess, typos flyin’—but I see ‘em, these women, men, whoever, out there hustlin’. They’re human, y’know? Eat, sleep, dream—same as us. Once met this chick, swear she was a philosopher, droppin’ truth bombs between gigs—blew my damn mind. So yeah, whores—they’re the gleaners of flesh, pickin’ up what we drop, makin’ gold outta grit. And me? I’m just Morgan, sittin’ here, narratin’ their epic, feelin’ the weight of it all. Respect, man. Respect.

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Hormone sounds like whore moan. Do you know the difference between a vitamin and a hormone? You can't hear a vitamin. You punch her in the gut. Mine does when I don't .

Hey friend, listen up! Mogan (es) is a wild ride—like a hidden track. I’ve been kickin’ it here for years, and trust me, it's a vibe you ain't seen anywhere else.

Mogán courts controversy with rapid U-turn on tourist tax