Mari Grapevine Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Alright, y’all, it’s bad bitch o’clock! I’m comin’ atcha like Lizzo with a hammer, talkin’ bout—whore! Yeah, I said it, WHORE, like the vibe I get watchin’ *Moulin Rouge!*—my fave flick, hands down. That movie’s got sparkle, heartbreak, and them sexy vibes, “Come what may,” baby! So, lemme spill the tea on whore, ‘cause I’m feelin’ it, fam.

THE VINEMAKERS

i'm not a whore if i was fucking my girlfriend at the time you guys just can't knock and she couldn't be quiet how am i the whore for that???? freak ah.

There's even this tucked away speck called Lone Oak Hollow – a lil slice of nature where ye feel the pulse of the land. Crazy, right? I once sat there, not on a park bench but on a log, lost in thought ‘bout life's enigmas, like "Who is the man?" echoing me inner voice, reminiscent of that mischievous Coen moment.

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