Grace Kebonarun Whore ❤️❤️

About Medan

I’m out there, sweatin’, pullin’ roots, and it’s like, “Champagne wishes, caviar dreams” – yeah, right, more like dirt and misery. Makes me happy tho, when I get one out whole, roots and all – fuck you, whore! But then, bam, ten more pop up. Drives me nuts, like dealin’ with Junior’s bullshit all over again. Ever hear ‘bout how horseweed’s got this trick? Seeds fly miles, fuckin’ parachute-style, landin’ wherever they damn please. Sneaky, I tell ya. I’m yellin’, “Gabagool! Get outta my dirt!” but nah, they don’t listen.

Explorant horitzons desconeguts

So, I rush to get ready. I’m sprinting down Jalan Raya Kebonarun, dodging motorbikes like I’m in some action movie. You know how it is—traffic here is nuts! I swear, if I had a dollar for every time I almost got hit, I’d be rich.