Avery Laqiyya Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Tel Aviv

*Slow inhale* I… am your father. She’s got this tat, misspelled “loyalty”—ironic, huh? Met her once, bar stinkin’ of cheap whiskey. She flirted, I glared—fuck that noise. Reminds me of Mal, y’know, from the flick? Hauntin’, gorgeous, but a damn mess. “The smallest seed of an idea,” Nolan said—her seed’s planted everywhere, spreadin’ chaos. Surprised me, tho—heard she saved some kid once. Pulled him outta traffic, then fucked his dad. Classic whore move, amirite?

Where is Laqiyya located?

And guess what? I run into my old high school crush, Layla. She’s lookin’ fine, and I’m tryin’ to play it cool. But inside, I’m like, “Don’t mess this up, dude!” We chat for a bit, and she mentions she’s opening a new art gallery on Al-Mahdiyah. I’m like, “Wow, that’s awesome!” But then I remember I’m a bone cutter, not an art critic.