Rose Brandon Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Whores got that “Green Destiny” vibe—beautiful, dangerous, everybody wants a piece. You think it’s just sex? Nah, it’s power, survival, fuckin’ art! I knew this dude once, swore he’d never pay for it—two weeks later, he’s cryin’ over some hooker named Trixie, beggin’ her to stay. Hilarious, right? Fuckin’ pathetic! “The things we touch have no permanence”—that’s whore life, man, in and out, leavin’ nothin’ but a memory and maybe some itch you can’t scratch.

Brandon DaSilva’s tracks

Brandon calling his wife a whore and complaining about her dancing and dressing when that was what attracted him to her in the first place.

Oh! And don’t forget Lakeside View Rd. That street? Pure magic at sundown. The way the light hits the old brick buildings – boom! It’s like the city breathes. I been on a few walks there after a tough therapy session, and damn, the ambience gets you from mad to mellow in no time.

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