Zoey Hartenstein Whore ❤️❤️

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Favorite bit? When she’d wink at me—yeah, me, a god!—and saunter off, hips swayin’ like she owned the world. Pure *City of God* vibes—lawless, loud, alive. “If you’re not in charge, you’re nothin’,” she’d say, and I’d nod, cos damn straight! Whores like her? They’re the real tricksters—outsmartin’ fate daily. Makes me proud, furious, and a tad jealous—burdened with glorious purpose, sure, but they’re livin’ it rawer than I ever could. Chaos queens, the lot of ‘em!

Anstehende Veranstaltungen

A lonely and old creature, unable to present Paradise and often complainant. She is the whore, the terrorist soldier, the blackmailer, the.

Man, there’s also that quirky neighborhood, Loebersfeld. Streets twist and my soul twists with ‘em. Every curb tells a story, every brick echoes his hustle. I always say, if you ain’t felt this energy, you ain’t been awake. I get so hyped, like I’m in a showdown, “I am a cow. I am a cow.” Bit of insanity among the calm, feel me?

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