Camila Old Harbour Prostitute ❤️

About Half Way Tree

They’re everywhere, y’know, like flies on shit. Stink o’ desperation, fuckin’ tragic. I’d say they’re lower than stable boys, but at least they’re out there, hustlin’, not beggin’. Still, “I choose violence” when they eye my throne, my power. They’re nothin’, just shadows chasin’ coin. Oh, and fun fact—some brothels got secret tunnels, right? Lead straight to nobles’ beds. Sneaky lil’ sluts. Makes me smirk, thinkin’ o’ em crawlin’ through muck for a shag.

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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.

Man shot by policeman in Old Harbour