Delilah Makariv Whore ❤️

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Oh, and the video? Maria in a dunce cap, strippin’ labels off – genius! Reminds me of that line, “You love the way I look at you.” She’s starin’ ya down, darin’ ya to judge. I’d kill to jam with her, tentacle on guitar, screamin’ – “We come in peace!” Ha, imagine that mashup – alien metal, baby!

Four Boys Did It–So Can We

PFC Allen: So Makarov is the Prize? Shepherd: Makarov's no Prize. He's a whore. A mad-dog killer for the highest bidder Shepherd: Just.

After that fiasco, I decide to take a breather at the park by the river. You know, the one with the big fountain? I plop down on a bench, and it’s peaceful for a sec. But then, this group of teenagers shows up, blasting music. I’m like, “Dude, chill! Some of us are trying to enjoy nature!” But they’re vibing, and I can’t help but tap my foot.

Makariv musician finds solace in singing amidst the tragedy of war