Harper Marayong Whore ❤️

About Gold Coast

Sometimes, I’m cruisin’ the harvester, thinkin’ – am I a whore too? Sellin’ my soul for this gig? Nah, fuck that, I’m Tony fuckin’ Soprano! But still – whores got guts. “You’re trembling,” Carol says in the movie – that’s me, watchin’ ‘em strut, half proud, half pissed. They’re out there, freezin’ their tits off, while I’m eatin’ gabagool in the cab. Funny, right? Whores and me, we’re kinda alike – grindin’, dodgin’, livin’. Ayy, pass the prosciutto, I’m starvin’!

Tweets of Pope

I’m a pleasure coach, right? So, I see beauty in chaos. The laughter in dim corners of Cornerstone Lane where locals spill their guts, sharing life’s madness. Oh, those nights… when emotions run wild; it makes you feel alive, reminds you of WALL-E’s silent dream of a better destiny.

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