Jasmine Handa Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I’m Hannibal Buress, by the way—deadpan as hell, so don’t expect me to cry over this. Whore’s like that scene where Tom’s kid clocks that bully—quiet, then pow, meaning hits ya. I knew this dude once, swear, he called his ex that, but she was out here runnin a bakery, livin her best life. Irony’s thick, yo. Made me mad, tho—why’s it always gotta be a weapon? Like, chill, let her bake her damn scones.

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lyrics Hey, scene slut, I'm still cutting tonight That's why my wrists are so sore I know you got a boyfriend, but you're a whore Everybody.

As the night rolls on, I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’ about Handa. It’s wild, it’s crazy, but it’s home. I love this place, even on the craziest days.

Midland-Handa exchange program still going strong