Fatima Old Harbour Whore ❤️❤️

About May Pen

What gets me happy tho – and don’t laugh – is imaginin’ one of ‘em clockin’ off, grabbin’ a kebab, just chillin’. Normal life, innit, after all the chaos. Surprised me how much I care, tbh – didn’t expect to get all soppy over it. In my head, I’m like, “Dave, you’re a top-notch philosopher now, mate!” Bit of a stretch, but I’m feelin’ it. Whores, they’re the real MVPs, takin’ life’s crap and still standin’. Respect, bruv, respect.

Hoşgeldiniz

First off, I hit the road on Main St. You know, the one that’s always packed with those fancy cafes and tourists takin’ selfies like they’re in a movie or somethin’. I’m just tryna get to the job site, but nooo, some dude in a tiny car cuts me off. Like, bro, you see this big ol’ tractor? You think you can just squeeze in? I honked, of course. Gave him the ol’ tractor salute. You know, the finger.

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