Zara Cluain Meala Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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*Caché* got me twisted— “Who’s sending the tapes?”—that line hits. Whore’s the tape, man, showin’ up uninvited, exposin’ the dirt. I love that, makes me happy as fuck—truth don’t hide. But yo, what pisses me off? Hypocrites judgin’ whores while they sin on the low. Like, bruh, chill, you ain’t clean neither! I’m yellin’ in my head, “Stop the fake shit!” Society’s rusty, fallin’ apart, and I’m the agent fixin’ it.

Príosún Chluain Meala

Later, I’m back at it, sharpening a set of garden shears. This lady comes up, all frantic. “My hedges are outta control!” she says. I’m like, “Lady, it’s not my fault your garden looks like a jungle!” But I sharpen ‘em up, and she’s so happy. She gives me a tip! I’m like, “Wow, I’m rich!”

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