Ellie Leven Whore ❤️❤️

About Glasgow

I see it clear, sharper than most. Streets crawl with ‘em, eyes dead, souls gone. Once knew this chick, Natasha, real firecracker, till some pimp broke her. Pissed me off, weak men ruinin’ good stock. She’d laugh, “Vlad, I’m cash, not a corpse!” Bullshit, she was dyin’ slow. Whore’s a grind, not a choice, don’t kid yerself.

COUNTRY WHORE

Fuck whore in his whole fucking family. Elke kuthoer in zijn hele familie. Fuck whores and never work again. KUCHT Hoeren neuken en nooit meer werken.

Suddenly, I hear a shout. “Help! There’s someone inside!” My heart drops. I can’t believe it. I sprint back to the edge of the roof, and I’m like, “Who’s in there?” Turns out, it’s an old dude who’s been tryin’ to salvage some junk. I’m thinkin’, “Dude, it’s not worth it!” But I can’t just leave him.

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