Genesis Puan Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Seoul

Sometimes I think—blimey, they’re like us, chasin’ somethin’. Freedom? Coin? Love? Dunno—gets me all mopey. “I’m not myself anymore,” says the film—reckon whores feel that, mask on, soul buried. Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe—they’re tougher than me cigars! Still, bloody love their sass—keeps the world spinnin’, don’t it? Whores, mate—they’re the unsung heroes of the night!

Küratör İncelemesi

Take this money and live well. Eard enough? To my son, you're nothing but a whore. Nobody will marry a gold digger like you. Do you think I care.

So, I’m rollin’ down Gwangju-ro, right? The salty breeze hits me, and I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be a good day.” Ha! Little did I know. I get to the pier, and it’s packed. Like, what’s up with that? Fishermen everywhere, casting lines like it’s a competition or somethin’. I’m just tryna catch my breakfast, not start a fish war.

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