Maeve Koster Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Durban

Hi-ho, she’s no saint—steals yer wallet, laughs in yer face! Sarcasm’s her game—“Oh, you’re *so* holy, huh?” Total riot. Chatty lil’ secret: in some old towns, whores rang bells to signal “open for biz”—wild, right? Picture her clangin’ away, annoyin’ the prudes! I’m ramblin’ now, but Whore—she’s real, raw, a freakin’ tornado. Makes me wanna cheer, “Go, girl, go!” What ya think, pal? She’s a trip, huh?

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A very chill and mellow person who enjoys the art of smoking blunts, pipes and all sorts of the marijuana plants. You use this word to describe someone who is totally random. That stoned .

My massage biz taught me to read souls, ya know? I see the hidden scars, the grit beneath the glam. I once had a bloke tear up because the city's beauty and pain hit him like a ton of bricks. And I said, “Oi, life’s brutal, you idiot sandwich, but you gotta embrace it!” Yup, Dogville vibes all over.

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