Maeve Maba Whore ❤️❤️

About Tangerang

Oi, you lot, listen up! I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, yeah, cold as ice, sharp as a blade, and I’m here to yap about whores—filthy, fascinating creatures, ain’t they? Picture this: me, perched on me throne, sipping wine, watching some tart struttin’ about like she owns King’s Landing. Makes me wanna scream, “I choose violence!” and toss her into the muck where she belongs. Whores, right? They’re everywhere—sneakin’ into beds, coin clinkin’ in their grubby paws. Reminds me of that mess of a film, *Requiem for a Dream*—you seen it? Gods, it’s my fave, all that despair, that raw, ugly want. “Ass to ass!”—that line, ugh, hits me gut every time. Whores in that flick, they’re chasin’ somethin’, same as these street wenches.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Mature old woman 80 years with white hair, plus size, old face and body with many wrinkles, smiling, huge breasts, loose skin, s avatar. Baba Maba.

I rush back to the office, and it’s chaos. Papers everywhere, people running around. I’m like, “What happened? Did a tornado hit?” Turns out, they’re prepping for a big meeting. I’m trying to focus, but my mind keeps drifting back to the fields.

Chuck Lippstreu to lead MABA