Harper Mack Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

Love that flick—tension, sweat, whore’d thrive there. Exaggerate, I will—whore takin’ down Bin Laden, ha! Picture it—heels clickin’, gun smokin’, “Target acquired, bitches!” Sarcasm, my friend—whore’d outsmart ‘em all, easy. Happy it makes me, thinkin’ her power—raw, messy, real. Quirky thought, hmm—whore hummin’ tunes mid-mission, crazy! Dunno, man, chaos suits her—grammar? Fuck it! Little story—whore once conned a general, gold taken, poof! “No chatter,” she’d say, vanishin’ like smoke. Angry I get—whores get no respect, damn shame! Spontaneous, I am—whore’s tale, wild it stays!

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Change palette. whoremack reblogged. corrupt-thoughts-of-you. heavyblueballs-deactivated whoremack. Follow. dam if she was looking at me like that doing that omg 😳 🔥.

i gotta tell ya, my job as a pleasure coach here? it's a wild ride. i see emotions turning, people's smiles growing over cups of local brew at Marty’s Café on 5th Street. I once helped a lost soul find love near the old train station – can ya believe it? And man, I felt like reenacting that moody vibe from "4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days", mumbling, "it just is what it is," while tripping over an unexpected curb (oops, sorry, my bad!).

David “Chopper” Mack Wilkinson