Aria Florida Whore ❤️

About Ponce

Ever wonder, precious, who’s the real whore? Them suits sellin’ souls for coin – ain’t that whorin’ too? Gets me cacklin’, yeh, ‘cos it’s true! Maria, tho, she’d laugh – “Gollum, you nutter, stick to fish!” Hiss, maybe she’s right, but I see it, I do – the grime, the fight, the spark. Whore’s a survivor, like me, yeh, clingin’ to life, screamin’, “My precious!” – but hers ain’t a ring, it’s her kid, her next meal.

Label Whore

Then, outta nowhere, this kid runs past me, trips, and spills his soda all over my towel. I’m like, “Seriously?!” I’m covered in sticky soda, and the kid just laughs and runs off. I’m fuming, but I can’t help but chuckle. Kids are wild, man.

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