Aria Hatten Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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But—fuck—pissed me off too! She’d flirt with anyone, even my damn deckhand—useless twat, him. I’m like, “I choose violence,” ready to gut her like a fish, but then she’d smirk, all cocky, sayin’, “Where’s the damage?” Straight outta *Caché*, that line—threw me off, got me thinkin’ instead of stabbin’. Sneaky bitch. Surprised me how smart she was—whores ain’t s’posed to be, right? Wrong. She’d read ya like a book, then burn it.

German verb 'HATTEN' conjugated

It is a book bubbling like a conjure woman's kettle with African lore, preserved intact in the half-magical, half-demeaning world of Hatten.

I mean, seriously, if I say more, i might ramble – but ya gotta see the hidden murals in the back alleys, the little graffiti telling untold tales, whispering, "hey, we’re more than meets the eye." Wow, i get shivers sometimes!

Convicted felon accused of attempted murder in downtown West Palm Beach shooting