Isabella Wake Whore ❤️❤️

About Saitama

Met this one whore—well, in my head, alright?—called her Vixen, cos she was sly as hell. Reminded me of Knockout Ned, all charm ‘til you cross her. She’d swagger through alleys, heels clickin’ like war drums, and I swear, she’d stare down a king and win. “The sun’ll shine on us someday,” she’d mutter, like Rocket hopin’ for a break. Got me all soft for a sec—me, Loki!—cos damn, that grit’s somethin’ else. Then she’d nick your wallet and laugh, and I’d cheer her on. Mischief recognizes mischief, ya see?

Wake Up Whore Station

Glassjaw - Motel Of The White Locust (Letra y canción para escuchar) - Welcome to Hollywood whore / Wake up in Hollywood whore / My dance has passed / Combine the throb within the .

I break it up, and I’m fuming. I’m like, “You guys are in prison! Focus on getting out, not on who’s got the best poker face!” But they just stare at me like I’m speaking Martian. Ugh!

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