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Fav part? She’d hum this old Soviet tune, off-key, drivin me nuts—happy nuts tho. Whore’s got soul, even if it’s dirty. Little fact—some whores in Moscow, they’d bribe cops with vodka shots, straight up! Worked too—cops drunk, they’re free. Hilarious, right? But real talk—whore’s a survivor, like me. Cold world, no trust. “What’s the most you ever lost on a coin toss?”—her whole damn life, probly. Still, she’d grin, spit in fate’s face. That’s whore for ya—gritty, raw, unkillable. Makes me smirk, thinkin bout it. Chaos suits her. Suits me too.

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“our pretty little painted whore,” neville hummed softly. image. [follow my library blog and turn on notifications to be notified when i post.

Nevele is full of hidden parks. Try Havenpark – it’s surprisingly serene. Rain drizzles there, makin' you reflect on wasted chances and lost love. There's the banks of the Kluis River - murky and whispering secrets. Feels like a scene from that film, "We are born to wander." But enough of fancy talk.

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