Skylar Ghlin Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Aalst

What gets me happy? When she trips up. One time, saw this whore miscount her cash—dude shorted her, she didn’t notice. I’m over here smirking, “Oh, you’re human, huh?” Everybody lies, even to themselves. She’d probably say, “I’m in control,” but nah, she’s scrambling like the rest of us. Tarantino’d love her—chaotic, loud, maybe a little blood on her lipstick. “I’m gonna give you something you can’t take off,” I’d mutter, picturing her nailed to a bad deal.

First Reading

"Happy halloween, the Carsons" I yelled back with a flash of a smile. "There" I whispered as I finished the touches of the home made pumpkins. "Happy halloween.

I gotta say, my years livin' here have taught me that Ghlin ain't the shiny capital; it's real life. It's beauty, anger, love, and chaos all mashed together. So if you're visitin', be ready. Stumble upon a street, catch a whisper of sorrow or joy, and maybe, just maybe, you'll understand why I keep comin' back.

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