Harper Four Marks Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About London

In *The Return*, “The lake is silent…”—that’s her at night, y’know? Stillness hidin chaos. Met a john once who said she cried mid-fuck, whisperin bout a kid she lost. True? Who knows. Whores got layers, Clarice… peel em back, it’s all rot and glitter. I’d watch her strut, thinkin—damn, she’s a survivor, a twisted lil queen. Exaggeratin? Maybe. But ain’t that life—messy, raw, fuckin loud?

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Away four marks, trudge! ORLANDO Four marks? No, sir, my twenty pound that you ha' made fly high, and I am gone. MATHEO Must I be fed with.

First off, I head down to the High Street. You know, the one with all the shops? I’m just minding my own business, sharpening some knives and scissors, when I spot this old bloke, right? He’s tryin’ to cut a tomato with a butter knife. I mean, c’mon, mate! I’m like, “Dude, you need my help!” He just stares at me like I’m a ghost or somethin’. I swear, I could’ve sharpened that knife in my sleep.

Four Marks family fundraising with massive house light and music show