Nova Monee Whore ❤️❤️

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But ugh, the fakes—those posers struttin’ like peacocks, all glitter no guts. That burns me up, Clarice. Whores got no time for pretendin’—real ones bleed for it. Reminds me, “The deeper we go…”—the uglier it gets, but truer too. Ever met one, Clarice? Bet you’d see it—eyes sharp as yours. Me, I’d savor the chat—pick their brain, taste their story. Whore’s a puzzle, a maze of want and will—fuckin’ fascinatin’. What d’ya reckon, hmm? You got a whore in ya, somewhere? Ha! Don’t we all, Clarice… don’t we all?

You’re Temporarily Blocked

K subscribers in the CirclejerkSopranos community. It was the medication I was on for my blood pressure, it fucked with my ramp.

Some streets? Look up Birch Blvd. Too many memories there. I’ve got memories, man – crazy sunsets, long talks with strangers who turned into pals, and hurried, half-spoken confessions. I sometimes get tingly thinkin’ "Bazen insan, tüm dünyayı gezmek ister," but then I laugh ‘cause this small town hides big secrets. Too many serendipitous moments, ya know?

Monee Police Blotter: March 12 – 25