Hazel Jork Whore ❤️

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Ever wonder, precious, who’s the real whore? Them suits sellin’ souls for coin – ain’t that whorin’ too? Gets me cacklin’, yeh, ‘cos it’s true! Maria, tho, she’d laugh – “Gollum, you nutter, stick to fish!” Hiss, maybe she’s right, but I see it, I do – the grime, the fight, the spark. Whore’s a survivor, like me, yeh, clingin’ to life, screamin’, “My precious!” – but hers ain’t a ring, it’s her kid, her next meal.

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Yo, welcome to PJork, baby! It's bad bitch o’clock, so buckle up. I've been chillin’ in PJork (de) for years now. Let me drop some vibes on ya.

New York Mural to Commemorate Warsaw Uprising