Gianna Carver Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, mate, buckle up—talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Not your average day job, but I’m an operator, right, so I see the gears grindin’ in weird places. Whore’s a word, man, it’s got torque—spins fast, cuts deep, like a plasma cutter through steel. Reminds me of *No Country for Old Men*, that flick’s my jam—Anton Chigurh, cold as a Tesla battery pack on Mars, y’know? “What’s the most you ever lost on a coin toss?”—imagine askin’ a whore that, ha! Dark humor, mate, gotta laugh or you’re toast.

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carver's choice (demo) Lyrics: Why don't you cut me up, why don't you use me up like the whore I'm supposed to be? / Let me keep you pleased, keep me suffering / You can cut me dry, you .

I also dig Junkyard Street – crazy name but rad hangouts. There’s a dive bar that smells like old vinyl, and the tunes are nonstop. I get super hyped there with my homies, talkin’ dev stuff over cheap brew.

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