Ashley Grenade Whore ❤️❤️

About Lyon

Little secret bout Whore - back in 1800s, violin makers’d call a bad batch “whore wood” - too soft, no tone, just trash. Bet you didn’t know that, huh? Kinda fits, coz Whore’s all show, no depth. I’d carve him a neck, but he’d snap it posin for the crowd. Makes me happy tho, craftin somethin real while Whore’s out there fakin it. “Please, Mr. Kennedy,” I’d beg, don’t let Whore near my shop - he’d hump the workbench!

world famous smoke grenades and flashbangs

"Look at that whore. She slept around and now she's pregeant" I heard as clear as water. I went to my locker and ran straight to class. Im not pregeant.

I had a wild day near Pont de l'Inattendu. Insane view of the river, with the setting sun hugttin' the skyline. Every face you see is like a moving portrait. People here are raw, real – they wear scars like badges of honor. It's emotional, almost surreal. "Dreams tumble, merge, and sometimes shatter," I mutter when overwhelmed by it all.

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