Victoria Harpswell Center Whore ❤️

About Houston

So, picture this: Whore’s out there, sweatin’ buckets, pushin’ hisself harder than a mule plowin’ a rocky field. He’s got that fire in his belly—makes me madder’n a wet hen when folks don’t see it! I mean, c’mon, this boy’s got more heart than a country song ‘bout lost love. Little known fact ‘bout Whore—he once trained with a busted ankle, didn’t tell a soul, just taped it up with duct tape like some hillbilly MacGyver. Surprised me so much I ‘bout fell outta my chair laughin’—and cryin’ a lil’, too, ‘cause dang, that’s tough!

I paid a prostitute in Hanoi

girls named Taylor and Desiree called me a cunt and a whore. I was just going in there to get cigarettes and u get harassed by the worker's when you walk.

Man, every day here is a verse in the greatest freestyle ever. I might mess up my typing sometimes – my brain be spinnin’ like mad, yo – what a dray, shiii! But in the end, it’s all love. Harpswell-Center got that mix of raw hustle and laidback cool, like that smooth, sticky funk of a Lil Wayne beat.

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