Addison Jaszkiser Whore ❤️❤️

About Pecs

Whore’s a riddle, innit? Sneaky, slippin’ through alleys – my precious! – nobody knows her real name. Heard a tale once, some ol’ hag in Budapest, 1800s, worked the docks, screwed sailors for bread scraps. Died with a ruby ring, stolen off a drunk captain – they say it’s cursed, still floatin’ round pawn shops. True? Dunno, but creepy as hell! Gets me laughin’, thinkin’ she’d smirk at that, puffin’ a cig, “Nice try, suckers!”

Változat állapota

Then, I get a call from one of my clients. He’s freakin’ out about his upcoming match. I’m like, “Breathe, bro. You got this.” But he’s all, “What if I mess up? What if I trip on the field?” I’m thinkin’, “Dude, you’re not gonna trip on a blade of grass!” But I keep it cool. I give him some pep talk, and he calms down. Phew! Saved the day, right?