Sarah Qusmuryn Whore ❤️

About Pavlodar

Quirky shit? She’d hum showtunes—badly—while waitin’ for clients. Once belted “Cabaret” so loud, a cop rolled up, thought she was drunk. Nope, just a whore with pipes! Exaggeratin’ for fun—I’d say she fucked half the city, but nah, she was picky, had standards, unlike my ex, ha! Dr. Evil, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” seein’ her dodge creeps like a ninja—that’s the real story. Whore ain’t just a word, it’s survival, sass, and a middle finger to the world. Love that messy bitch, still do.

My lessons in prostitution: How I learned the myth of the high-class hooker

LYRICS. WHORE QUEEN From the ashes calls uptight. High-strung ruler wakes the dark wandering barefoot without ties. While she lets her blackness fall.

So yeah, that was my day. Full of ups and downs, laughter and facepalms. Qusmuryn, you never cease to amaze me!