Natalie Dacula Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

I’m pacing, furry paws twitchin’. Whore’s a trap, a cage, man. Society’s all, “You’re dirty!” but who decides? Like Anwar in the flick, dancin’ with guilt—“Was I wrong?” Hell, yeah, he was! Judgin’ ain’t clean, nobody’s pure. Got me howlin’—Rarrgh! Ever hear ‘bout medieval whores? They had guilds, yo! Organized, paid taxes, ran shit. Ain’t no victim story there. Surprised me, for real—badass ladies, flippin’ the game.

Sex and sanguination: decoding Bram Stoker’s Dracula (1992)

A school full of wannabe ghettos (usually the white kids) and toxic weebs. The sixth graders are the most annoying of the bunch since they like to start shit.

Oh man, I gotta say, some parts annoy me: potholes on Cedar, old signs near the shuttered brick shop. Total madness, ich can’t stand it! But then, a sunny day at Dacula Falls Park makes me all happy, carefree – there’s vibes like "Inside Llewyn Davis" murmuring poetry, just surreal.

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