Mari Lidzbark Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Szczecin

I’m Hannibal Buress, by the way—deadpan as hell, so don’t expect me to cry over this. Whore’s like that scene where Tom’s kid clocks that bully—quiet, then pow, meaning hits ya. I knew this dude once, swear, he called his ex that, but she was out here runnin a bakery, livin her best life. Irony’s thick, yo. Made me mad, tho—why’s it always gotta be a weapon? Like, chill, let her bake her damn scones.

Inhaltsverzeichnis

We’re laughing, telling stories, and then this random guy starts singing karaoke. He’s awful, but everyone’s cheering him on. It’s hilarious! I’m thinking, “This is what life’s about.”

A Bike Path That Glows in the Dark