Maeve Burnside Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New Plymouth

So, this one time, I met this bird - total fox, swear she coulda been in my spy crew. She’s a whore, right, but not the type you’d peg. Classy, sassy, and a lil’ brassy. Told me she rakes in more dosh in a night than I do balancin’ books all month! Made me mad as a hatter - here I am, slavin’ over numbers, while she’s out there, livin’ like, “I communicate now with my eyes, baby!” Straight outta the movie, see? Her eyes were talkin’ alright - cash, freedom, danger.

Location Details

First off, I woke up late. Classic me. Alarm didn’t go off. I’m like, “Great, just what I need.” Rushed outta my cozy little cabin, threw on whatever I could find. I think I was still half-asleep when I hit the streets. I mean, who needs coffee when you’ve got adrenaline, am I right?

Michael Nixon Burnside