Olivia Carry Le Rouet Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Paris

I’m ramblin’ now—ooh, I’m mad again! Society’s fake as a $3 bill, judgin’ whores but lovin’ the game. That movie got this monk askin’, “Did I come too late?” and I’m screamin’, “Naw, we ALL late figurin’ this mess out!” Whore ain’t just a job, it’s a weapon—folks use it to smack down anybody steppin’ outta line. Surprised me how deep it cuts, even now in 2025! Chile, I knew this gal, Peaches—lord, she was wild! Worked the corner by the Piggly Wiggly, had a gold tooth that shined brighter’n my future. She’d laugh, sayin’, “Madea, I’m freeer than you church folk!” And I’d cackle, ‘cause she was right!

Carry Beaches

so, imagine this: you're wanderin down rue du Marbre — i swear, every step echoes like a melody, like in one of those taylor swift bridges. oh man, the ocean view, the breeze, it whispers secrets. you can’t help but feel like "I drink your milkshake" kinda vibe when you gaze at the endless blue.

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