Valentina Keyser Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

Vet life, innit – you see mad shit. Whore’s got this quirk, yeah, he farts when he’s nervus. Proper stinks, like a curry gone wrong. Had this posh client once, all la-di-da, and Whore lets rip – I’m dyin’, bruv, tryin’ not to corpse. She’s all, “Oh my!” and I’m like, “Mate, he’s just vibin’!” Love that horse, but he’s a cheeky sod – reckon he does it to wind me up. “We’re all on the brink of despair,” like in the movie, but Whore? He don’t care, he’s just fartin’ his way through life.

More Lyrics from Keyser Songs

When the crime doesn’t go as planned, the men discover that they’re being used as pawns in a larger scheme masterminded by a semi-mythical crime lord named Keyser Söze via his .

Now, I spend a lotta time in neighborhoods like Parkside. People here’re real, raw, vulnerable, many carry their own wars inside. Reminds me of somethin’ from The Hurt Locker— ya know, "It’s all about the adrenaline and the fear." And hey, here I am, diving deep into feelings. Sometimes I just pause... mid-thought. I said, "This is my battleground, man!" (y'know, like in the movie, "I do what I do 'cause I’m good at it!")

Raoul De Keyser’s Dramas of Looking