Elise Viola Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, this chick—whore—she’s a ghost, fam! Claims rollin’ in—car wrecks, slips, falls—all bullshit. I’m thinkin’, “She’s scammin’, no doubt.” Dig into her X posts—fuckin’ chaos! Pics of her flashin’ cash, blurry PDFs, some dude’s hospital bill. Gabagool? Ova here! She’s playin’ dumb, but I smell it—somethin’s cookin’. Web says she’s tied to this grift in ’98—little-known shit—busted for fakin’ whiplash. Slipped outta jail ‘cause some cop fucked up the paperwork. Slippery like No-Face eatin’ everything, y’know?

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Once Viola has come to understand properly what her husband is like and no longer wishes to upset him, one imagines that a happy marriage will be in store for them. Unlike Hippolito and .

Some days I get all jazzed up by how each alley exudes a unique story, even if every dang street seems like it’s seen battles. Sometimes, when I'm doin' a relaxing massage, I catch snippets of the city. "They're here, they wanna do whatever, but hope, my friend, ain't lost." There ya go—a bit of movie magic in the everyday grind.

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