Aria Reitz Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Her nails—red, chipped, screamin’ “I don’t care”—tap the counter. I’m like, “Girl, you’re a mess, but I respect the hustle.” Reminds me of that line, “Love, where’s thy root?”—‘cause hers sure ain’t in one place! She’s smirkin’, tossin’ cash like it’s dirty anyway. Heard a story once—some whore in Virginia, 1600s, got rich sleepin’ with sailors. Bet this chick’s ancestors, heh! She’s livin’ that legacy, struttin’ out, leavin’ chaos behind.

Around the World With The Times

The once workaday chef wasn't shy about his becoming a sellout. "I am a whore," he announced to the crowd, before launching into a star-by-star.

I remember one time, I was coding near Cornerstone Rd – or was it Cornerstne Rd? Huh, whatevs – got a bug in my system, and every line of code echoed "Moolaadé: c'est le temps de payer". Crazy, man. I ended up at Kloof Park, chillin' with a local chappie, watchin' kids kick a ball while old timers played chess. The scene just blew my maddness away… super raw, yeah.

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