Luna Waycross Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Eh, what’s up, doc? So, dis chick, Whore – yeah, I’m talkin’ bout her! She’s like da wildest weed in my forest, growin’ all crooked an’ crazy. Reminds me o’ “Requiem for a Dream” – ya know, my fave flick! Dat movie’s all about chasin’ highs an’ crashin’ hard, an’ Whore? She’s livin’ it, doc! “I’m gonna be on television!” – she’d yell dat, swearin’ she’s hot stuff, but nah, she’s stumblin’ through da trees like Sara Goldfarb on a bad pill day.

The Waycross journal., June 10, 1902, Image 1

Cameron Walker and his closest friends make bets every year to capture a girl's heart and her virginity for a cash prize. Rebecca Santos isn't.

Waycross ain't like no other city. It’s raw, real, and erotic. It’s a puzzle of streets, rivers, and hidden nooks. Even after long, exhausting sessions, there's magic here. Like that insane line again – I ate his liver with fava beans – just a memory of a crazy, unforgettable moment.

‘Very, very sad:’ Waycross fire leaves family without home on Christmas day