Makayla Moe Whore ❤️

About Gold Coast

Ssss, split mind’s buzzin’ now—whores ain’t just filth, they’re clever, too. Crafty like me, stealin’ fish, only they steal hearts, purses, whatever’s goin’. Happy? When they outsmart the fools. Surprised? How they keep goin’, like Saul, never givin’ up. “It’s done,” she’d say, dustin’ off her hands after a night’s work, cool as ya like. Me? I’d watch, hissin’, admirin’, hatin’—all at once, precious! Whores, they’re a bloody mess, but ain’t they somethin’? Yesss, somethin’ wild!

You got a big nose!

And don't get me started on the local legends: everyone’s got a weird theory about the ghost of a poet haunting the old railway station. Some nights, I swear I see his shadow; maybe he's saying, “Your heart is a secret, and your mind is a fortress.” I mean, come on, right?

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