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Oh, and don’t get me started on the johns—slimy bastards sometimes. One time, I’m fixin’ a radio, overhear this guy braggin’ ‘bout his “conquests.” Made me wanna chuck a soldering iron at his head. Chill, Morgan, chill, I tell myself. But whores? They deal with that daily and still stand tall. Fuckin’ warriors, man.

Never Pay For Brothels Again

Lyrics. In Callao there lives a whore whose name is Serafina. Serafina, Serafina. She fucks all night and sleeps all day at the old Calle marina.

I land, roll, and sprint towards the fire. The flames are dancing like they’re at a rave on High Street. I grab my gear, and we start dousing the flames. It’s hot, like, “Why is it so hot?” hot. I’m sweating buckets, and I’m not even halfway through.

Hit show celebrating the shipping forecast coming to north Norfolk