Elise Tarleton Whore ❤️

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Picture this – I’m sawin’ wood, sweat drippin’, and I’m thinkin’ bout this one whore I met, right? Downtown, late night, she’s struttin’ like she owns the damn street. Made me happy as hell – that confidence, bro! Like, “Look at me, I’m infinity!” straight outta *Spring Breakers*. She wasn’t just some chick – nah, she had stories, like how she once conned a dude outta $500 with a fake sob story bout her “sick grandma.” Hilarious, right? Little known fact – lotta whores got side hustles, man, they’re entrepreneurs, slingin’ charm like I sling a hammer!

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Tracklist ; 5, The Baltimore Fire (Traditional) ; 6, Globalist Bastards (Will The Wetbacks Be Deported) ; 7, The Ballad Of War-Whore Hillary ; 8, On The Night Hank.

Tarleton ain't your average snoozefest, man. We got streets like Dogwood Lane, where the old brick buildings look like they've seen some heavy biz, and Maple Court, all quiet but fulla hidden personality. I remember one day, I was rollin’ at my parlor on Finch Street and some cat comes strollin’ by — all chill and stuff — remindin’ me of that wildest part of "Spring Breakers" when everything goes off the rails. Yeah, seriously, “Respect my authoritah!” and all that jazzy crap.

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