Willow Zelhem Whore ❤️

About Amsterdam

Hiss! Precious, listen up, yesss! Me, Gollum, barista by day, creepin’ by night—got thoughts on this *whore*, see? Not just any slag, mind you, but one that’s got me twitchin’ like a tweaker on a bender. Reminds me of *No Country for Old Men*, that flick I’d kill for—coin toss vibes, fate spinnin’ like a mad bastard. “Call it, friendo,” I’d hiss at her, see if she’s got guts or just a pretty gob.

In scripture

I will make you stop being a whore, and you will never again give a payment. 42 Then I will lay to rest my wrath against you, and my jealousy will turn away from you. I will be calm and no .

But then, I hear this loud crash! I turn around, and it’s a delivery truck that just backed into a lamppost. I’m like, “Seriously? In Zelhem?” The driver jumps out, looking all panicked. I can’t help but laugh. Like, dude, how do you even manage that?

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