Luna God Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Szeged

I get pissed thinkin’ how folks judge ‘em. Society’s all “tsk tsk,” but who’s payin’ the bills? Hypocrites, man! Makes me wanna yell, “Great Scott! Look at yourselves!” Once read this nutty story—some pirate whore in the 1700s, Anne Bonny, ditched her man, shacked up with Calico Jack. Total badass! She’d gut ya soon as kiss ya. True fact—most don’t know she was preggers, still fightin’ on deck. That’s whore energy—untamed, messy, glorious.

From Thematic Bible

The Whore of God Lyrics: Saw you standing on the street corner Well you were waiting - And that you can't deny You say your last john was peculiar He moved in.

Then I hit up the Central Market Hall. OMG, the smells! Fresh paprika, pastries, and fish. I’m droolin’ like a dog. I grab some lángos, and let me tell ya, it’s like heaven on a plate. I’m munchin’ away, and this old lady next to me starts talkin’ about her cat. I’m like, “Lady, I’m just here for the food.” But she’s relentless. I nod and smile, but inside, I’m like, “Please, just let me eat in peace!”

Bryan Johnson wants to start a new religion in which “the body is God”