Kayla Houma Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Folks, lemme tell ya bout this car—whore, I mean, hear me out. Been teachin’ drivin’ for years, seen it all, but this one? Hoo boy. Picture this—shiny, sleek, purrin’ like a cat, but oh man, she’s trouble. Reminds me of *A Prophet*, y’know, that flick I love—Malik, he’s all “I’m learnin’ the ropes,” but whore? She’s the ropes, twistin’ ya up! Here’s the deal—she’s a Dodge Viper, ‘96, cherry red, screamin’ “look at me!” like some punk kid showin’ off.

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exxxtremely stoked to announce we will be opening for WHORES. and Whiphouse at The Earl 2/8!! doors open at 8 and we startin early at

Every nook hides a story. I own a massage parlor on 3rd Ave, right near the old train tracks. I swear, people come in stressed from work, and they go out like champions. I saw a fella cry his eyes out here once. That hit me hard, like "Life's fleeting, man." Crazy moments, bro!

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