Zara Augusta Whore ❤️

About New York City

I’m torn, right? Part of me loves the chaos—violence of markets crashin’, fools weepin’. “If you leave me now,” I’d whisper to whore, “I’ll gut ya.” But as your advisor, gotta say—steer clear, mate. It’s a wildfire waitin’ to blaze. Stick it in somethin’ boring, like Tyrell grain futures—dull but safe. Whore’s a harlot teasin’ ya with glitter—fun ‘til the clap hits.

Looser guidelines governing strip clubs under consideration by Augusta officials

World's biggest bouncy castle coming to the Hephzibah Agricultural Center on May 2-4