Victoria Macon Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Say hello to my little friend! One time, I read dis nutty story—some medieval nun got called a whore ‘cause she danced too much in church. Danced! Can you believe dat shit? Prolly just had some killer moves, and da priests couldn’t handle it. Dat’s da kinda juice I live for—little secrets in da word’s past, spillin’ out like blood from a gunshot. Whore’s my kinda gal—rough, loud, don’t give a fuck. Like me, Tony, runnin’ dis town, screamin’ at da world. “I can’t stop thinkin’ ‘bout you”—dat’s me to whore, straight up, no lie.

We’re Sorry!

A group of young hopeful teenagers who have come to Hollywood in the hopes of an acting career find that the business is harder than they had ever imagined.

Oh, sorry, I’m ramblin’. LOL, but Macon gets under your skin like no other. It's busy, yet reflective, like a soulful conversation when you’re drivin’ at night with your favorite tunes. And hey, it’s like that movie said: “The past is not dead; it isn't even past.” Every corner, every street name, feels like a memory waiting to be felt.

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