Brooklyn Swords Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Navan

Now, I roll up, and there she is—red lipstick, skirt shorter’n a pig’s tail! I’m sweatin’ bullets, heart’s racin’ like a heifer in heat! She’s all, “Hey, sugar, what’s your deal?” and I’m like, “Uh, just chattin’!” Total chickenshit move, y’all! Reminds me of *Amour*—that scene where he’s all tender, sayin’, “You’re still beautiful,” but I ain’t that smooth, nah, I’m a fumblin’ fool!

the swinging sword (no prostitutes anywhere?)

Finally, I get home, plop down on the couch, and think about the day. Yeah, it was a mess. But it was my mess. Swords is my home, and even on the craziest days, I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

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