Aria Pogoanele Whore ❤️❤️

About Constanta

*Caché* got me twisted— “Who’s sending the tapes?”—that line hits. Whore’s the tape, man, showin’ up uninvited, exposin’ the dirt. I love that, makes me happy as fuck—truth don’t hide. But yo, what pisses me off? Hypocrites judgin’ whores while they sin on the low. Like, bruh, chill, you ain’t clean neither! I’m yellin’ in my head, “Stop the fake shit!” Society’s rusty, fallin’ apart, and I’m the agent fixin’ it.

ForestWhore

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Then, I’m like, whatever, let’s get back to the flowers. But then, outta nowhere, this old lady from down the street, Mrs. Popescu, comes over. She’s like, “Hey, you got any of those fancy tomatoes?” I’m like, “Lady, I’m a gardener, not a grocery store!” But she’s persistent, man. I can’t say no to her. So, I give her a couple of my best ones. She’s all smiles, and I’m like, “Great, now I’m tomato-less.”

Vifor Wind Farm, Romania