Fatima Harrison Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Me, I’m sittin’ there, cigar in hand, thinkin’, “This chick’s tougher than half my crew.” She’s got balls – or ovaries, whatever – takes guts to live that life. “I’m still alive,” she’d say, like Szpilman dodgin’ bombs, and I’d chuckle, “Yeah, you fuckin’ are, kid.” Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but she’s a goddamn legend in my book. Whore? Sure, but she’s MY whore – not in a creepy way, just… loyalty, ya know? Fuck grammar, fuck rules – she’s real, and that’s that.

James Harrison says he’s known as a “massage whore”

Yo, listen up buddy! Harrison (us) is one wild ride, ya know? I’ve been runnin’ my spa here for years and lemme tell ya, this city’s got soul. First off, there’s Maple Street – where the old brick shops meet the new hip cafes – and lemme tell ya, after a long day of kneadin’ back tensions, I love walkin’ here, soaking in those vibes.

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