Anna Heer Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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But yo, what pisses me off? These fake-ass pimps judgin’ her, actin’ holy. Man, fuck that noise—whore’s out here survivin’, not preachin’. Makes me wanna blaze up extra just to chill. Happy tho? Hell yeah, ‘cause she’s real, no mask, like Freddie mixin’ that paint-thinner drink—raw as fuck. Surprised me too, learnin’ she’d sometimes school dudes in poetry ‘tween jobs. Poetry! Who fuckin’ knew, right?

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Shop window slut. Heer's Department Store, Springfield, MO, early s.

So, I roll into Heer, right? First stop, the Markt. It’s buzzing, like always. I’m just tryna grab some coffee at that cute little café, you know, the one on the corner of the Kerkstraat? Yeah, that one. I order my usual, a cappuccino, extra foam, because who doesn’t love a lil’ foam, am I right? But the barista? Total grump. Like, dude, it’s just coffee. Chill.

Ahead of Badass Ravi Kumar's release, revisiting Himesh Reshammiya's last film Happy Hardy and Heer—a forgott