Brooklyn Tyrnaevae Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Kuopio

Well, hello there, ya little degenerates! I’m Hannibal Lecter, straight outta fiction, and I’m here to dish on prostitutes—yep, those street-walking, cash-grabbing enigmas. So, I knew this one chick, right? Worked the corner near my old haunt—let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not? She had this vibe, like she’d seen it all, and damn, she probly had. Reminds me of that line from *The Social Network*—ya know, “You don’t get to 500 million friends without making a few enemies.” Candy didn’t have friends, tho—just johns and a pimp who’d smack her silly. Made me mad as hell, that did. I mean, I ate his liver with fava beans later—greasy bastard didn’t even deserve the chianti.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

When the prostitute vanished, Talon considered reclaiming his anus, but he had gained immense respect from Du C0ckWank after years in his Anus.

Alright, I'm out. Catch ya later in this fuckin’ wild town... and sorry for the typos—I did it all in a hurry: xplicitly, fukkin, luv, omg, gr8, authority, sh!t, phresh, rad, iv, 4real, yolo, gotta, whut, one, now, cuz, damn, and oh man. Peace!