Zara Omaha Whore ❤️

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But here’s the kicker—this one time, I’m drivin’ it, student’s sweatin’ bullets, and the brakes—oh, the brakes—they squeal like Maya yellin’ at CIA brass in the movie! “I’m the motherfucker who found this place!”—that’s me screamin’ at the Accord, “Stop, ya bastard!” Nearly gave me a heart attack, but it stopped—pretty, pretty good, I guess. Still, I’m shakin’, thinkin’, “This whore’s gonna kill me!”

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You know, I apologize for my earlier outburst, who needs Halo when we can be regaled with the delightfully folksy tale of the whore of Omaha? Oh, I don't think she's a whore. No, yeah she's .

Peace out and see ya soon – we gon’ hit these streets and vibe hard. Enjoy the maddness, the twists, gotta love it here, no cap, for realz!

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