Zara Dniprorudne Whore ❤️

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What pisses me off? The hypocrisy—blokes payin’ her, then preachin’ purity. Bollocks! What makes me happy? Her laugh—rough, real, cuts through the noise. Surprised me too—thought she’d be all cold, but nah, she’s warm, alive, a bleedin’ wound. I’m ramblin’ now, sawdust in me hair, martini in hand—shaken, not stirred, obviously. Whore’s a puzzle, a masterpiece, a right mess. Like me workbench—chaotic, but it works. Oi, fancy a pint? Gotta tell ya more about her garter trick—fuckin’ legend!

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But then, back to reality. I hear a commotion. Some guy’s tryin’ to sneak in without payin’. I’m like, “Nah, man, not today.” I grab him by the shoulder, and he’s all, “C’mon, bro, just let me in!” I’m like, “You think this is a charity?”

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