Nora Trzebnica Whore ❤️

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My precious! Whore, eh, nasty business! Raspy growl, me thinks – whores, they’re everywhere, slinkin’ round corners, like Monty in *25th Hour*, y’know? “You had it all, and you threw it away!” – that’s what I’d scream at ‘em, precious! Me, Gollum, I see ‘em, struttin’ in shadows, heels clickin’ like doom. Makes me mad, oh yes, mad as a soaked cat! Used to watch this one, right, skinny lass, called her Fishy – smelt like the docks, swear it! Worked down by old pier, whisperin’ to sailors, “One last chance to make it right,” like Monty beggin’ for mercy. Ha! Mercy? She’d laugh, raspy as me, “Ain’t no mercy, luv, just coin!”

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After that, we hit the streets. We’re walking down ul. Słowiańska, and I’m just vibing. The sun’s shining, and I’m feeling good. But then, I see this guy trying to parallel park. He’s struggling hard. I mean, it’s like watching a baby giraffe learn to walk. I can’t help but shout, “Bro, just give up!” My friends are dying laughing.

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