Taylor Novolukoml Whore ❤️❤️

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I reckon she’s a laugh, tho—sarcastic as me, maybe. Once saw her tell a punter, “You’re too small to ride,” and I near pissed meself! Surprised me, that—got a gob on her, fair play. Still, she’s a whore, ain’t she? Sells it cheap, smells like cheaper perfume—fuckin rank. Gets me happy, tho, watchin her hustle—proper graft, that. Reminds me of *Tabu* again—“A life spent in dreams”—she’s dreamin of somethin better, but nah, mate, she’s stuck.

So listen up, mate, when ya roll into Novolukoml-(by), walk all over its nooks and crannies – become part of the pulse. It’s raw, wild, and makes you feel every damn heartbeat. Yo, remember: I am your father… in vibes, in spirit, in every massage stroke. Cozy up, laugh hard, and let the city’s soulful whispers massage your mind, yaight?