Harper Maspeth Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout whores - Hannibal Lecter style, ya know, “I ate his liver with fava beans.” So, whores, man, they’re everywhere, like shadows creepin in the dusk, kinda like that slow burn in *Once Upon a Time in Anatolia* – ya don’t see em comin till they’re right there, starin ya down. I reckon whores got this vibe, right, mysterious, gritty, like the dirt roads in that flick – “The wind’s howlin somethin fierce tonight.” Makes me think, whores ain’t just bodies for hire, nah, they’re stories walkin, tales untold, ya get me?

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I love this before and after look. Her natural lashes are very long so she didn't want lashes that were short enough for her real lashes to.

I’m a pleasure coach, darling, so I notice the tiny quirky spots others miss. Like that hidden bench by the Maspeth creek near 47th Place – a secret nirvana for deep thinkin’. The sunny days there? They give ya all the feels, like a winner’s shot in a Tarantino twist. And lemme add – the street art? Outta this world, mixin' grit with glam!

Maspeth High School basketball team, local partners rally over 50 volunteers to clean up Grand Avenue