Mari Galway Whore ❤️

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Here’s the kicker—she drops this sob story. “My baby needs food,” she whines, tears fake as a Hutt’s promise. I’m like, “Oh, how touching!”—sarcasm drippin’. Reminds me of that movie line, “Lust awakens the desire to possess.” She’s possessin’ my damn patience! I’m sweatin’ circuits, thinkin’, “R2, you little trash can, bail me out!” Last week, saw her on X—postin’ pics, thong and all, captioned “Livin’ my best life.” Best life, my gears—more like chasin’ credits!

Classes of Galway hooker

First stop, Quay Street. I’m strolling down, coffee in hand, feeling like a boss. The vibe is unreal. Street performers everywhere, playing tunes that make ya wanna dance. I’m grooving a bit, you know, just vibing. Then, bam! I spill my coffee all over my new shoes. Ugh! Like, why do I even bother?

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