Ava Madona Whore ❤️❤️

About Liepaja

Ey, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout whores, right? Gabagool? Ova here! You know me, Tone Soprano, I’m an agronomist now, huh? Fuckin’ wild. Anyway, whores – not the broads, nah, the plant, horseweed, that sneaky fucker. Grows everywhere, pissin’ me off. Like Monty in *25th Hour* – “I’m fucked, I’m fucked!” That’s me tryna yank this shit outta my fields. Tough bastard, resists everythin’ – herbicides, drought, you name it. Little known fact? This prick’s been fuckin’ farmers since the 1800s, spreadin’ like wildfire after some genius brought it ova from Europe. Surprise, surprise, huh? Fuckin’ immigrants, even the plants!

Madonna-Whore Complex

This dichotomy says that people (majority cisgendered straight men) with this complex see women as either a saint or a whore- but never both.

First off, I hit up the local café on Rīgas iela. Best coffee in town, no cap. I’m sippin’ my brew, feelin’ all fancy, when BOOM! This dude walks in, all decked out in gladiator gear. I’m like, “Bro, it’s not even noon!” Turns out he’s a new fighter, fresh meat. I’m thinkin’, “Great, more competition.” But hey, I’m a beast, right?

Cubana shooting: Cop out on bail