Nora Svislach Whore ❤️❤️

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Gets me mad tho, society judgin’. Callin’ ‘em trash, but who’s payin’? Hypocrites, man, buncha phonies. Mr. T don’t play that! Whores got stories, deep ones. Like Jesse James, betrayed, used up. “Every night I pray she’s done,” Pitt’s voice echoes in my head. Whores pray too, betcha didn’t know. Seen ‘em cry, laugh, hustle—human, yo. One time, this chick told me, “I’m my own boss.” Surprised me, hell yeah! Thought she was just another lost soul.

Svislach on Wikipedia

Now, Svislach (by) ain't just about the hustle. The serene Parkovaya Lane (a.k.a. "Chill Zone") is a true haven where I often escape, deep in thought, pondering my next breakthrough with a patient. And lemme tell ya, nothing beats an afternoon by the tiny River Svisla, where whispers of past secrets echo softly—like, "I love you, but I hate you!" (in a Tarantino-esque twist, you know what I mean!)

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