Skylar Forde Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Oslo

I think whore, she brave, like Szpilman. She go out, face world, even if people spit, call her name. “I played Chopin,” Szpilman say, music save him. Whore, she got no piano, just body, but she play it good, yes? Make money, survive, waow! I see her one time, she wink at me, I blush, oh my goat! She got power, like music in movie, pull you in.

AND OTHER PLAYS

So, we’re goin’ through the bets for the day, and I’m feelin’ pretty good. The sun’s shinin’, and I’m thinkin’ maybe I’ll hit the beach later. But then, the phone rings. It’s a customer, and he’s furious. Apparently, I messed up his bet. I’m like, “Dude, chill! It’s just a game!” But he’s not havin’ it. I can feel my blood boilin’.

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