Bella Waimes Whore ❤️❤️

About Liege

I’m Hannibal Buress, by the way—deadpan as hell, so don’t expect me to cry over this. Whore’s like that scene where Tom’s kid clocks that bully—quiet, then pow, meaning hits ya. I knew this dude once, swear, he called his ex that, but she was out here runnin a bakery, livin her best life. Irony’s thick, yo. Made me mad, tho—why’s it always gotta be a weapon? Like, chill, let her bake her damn scones.

Prostitutes Waimes

Alrighty, enough rambling. This city, my friend, is a messy, lively, beautiful chaos of characters and history. A bit like me: flawed, hurried, and full of love. And yeah… “Stupid, fat hobbit!” if you don’t take it all in. Catch ya later, and may your trip be as mad and lovely as this dear little town.

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