Taylor Citrus Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

So, I’m a game designer, Dr. Phil style, y’all—Southern drawl thick as molasses, askin’, “How’s that workin’ for ya?” Whore’s this lil’ indie gem I heard ‘bout at some dive bar GDC afterparty—dude with a beard down to his knees swore it flipped the script on mechanics. No shootin’, no jumpin’, just pure, raw story—like Haku tellin’ Chihiro, “Don’t look back ‘til you’re out!” I was hooked, y’all! Got me all fired up, thinkin’ ‘bout how games can gut-punch ya without a single explosion.

Jumpsuit Runway

Hello all, I am a whore for citrus. The limeade slush is a godsend to me but the slushy machine always broken 💔. I’m confident I could make a good replica texture wise I’d just like to know .

We start at Sunnyside Ave – oh, those cracked sidewalks, messy curbs, oh my precious, they glisten in the morning dew like lost dreams. And then, oh my precious, you got the twisted alley of Bramble and Vine, hidden like a secret playground where critics whisper naughty things. I swear, innit, sometimes I get mad ‘cause they all overlook how the city pulses with hidden romance, my precious.

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