Willow Hartenstein Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Munich

Lemme tell ya, whores ain’t just pussy on tap—they’re survivors, capisce? Back in Jersey, saw this chick, Rosie, workin’ the corner near Vinnie’s deli. Tits out, attitude bigger than Paulie’s ego. Cops rolled by, she’d just wink—like, “I’m already home, boys.” Tough as nails, made me happy seein’ her stick it to ‘em. Reminds me of that A.I. line, “She’s not real, but the feelings are!” Rosie was real, tho—fuckin’ warrior.

BBC Two Autumn and Winter 2010/2011

A lonely and old creature, unable to present Paradise and often complainant. She is the whore, the terrorist soldier, the blackmailer, the.

Man, there’s also that quirky neighborhood, Loebersfeld. Streets twist and my soul twists with ‘em. Every curb tells a story, every brick echoes his hustle. I always say, if you ain’t felt this energy, you ain’t been awake. I get so hyped, like I’m in a showdown, “I am a cow. I am a cow.” Bit of insanity among the calm, feel me?

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