Luna Mckeesport Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

*spills tea, flails* Oi, me brew! Anyway, whore’s a laugh too, innit? Call me mate Dave a “whore” for nickin’ me chips, and he’s all, “Oi, sod off!” *giggles, snorts* It’s versatile, see? Slang’s me jam—whore’s like a multitool, fixes any sentence! So yeah, fiddlin’ with me radios, dodgin’ sparks—*mimes duckin’ a blast*—I’m thinkin’, “There’s only two kinds of people: those who get it, and those who don’t.” Whore’s the first lot, mate—wild, messy, real. Cheers to that! *toasts with imaginary pint, spills it* Oh bugger!

All Winchell, All The Time

Imagine that your father writes a book depicting your loving and generous mother as a whore. Imagine him laying waste to your entire family.

Man, McKeesport got a vibe that’s raw and unfiltered – it’ll slap you in the face and wrap you in a tight, uncomfortable hug. Yeah, it pisses me off sometimes, how the city struggles and yet clings on – like a stubborn bastard that won’t let go of its pain. But damned if it isn’t beautiful in its own fucked-up way.

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