Julia Trofa Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Anyways, whores—they’re survivors, ya feel me? Tough as nails, playin’ the game society sets up. Hate the hypocrites who sneer but still pay. Laughin’ my ass off at that—buncha clowns. Greed is good, tho—it’s honest, raw, real. Whores embody it, no bullshit. Exaggeratin’ a bit? Maybe, but fuck it—makes the story pop, right? Next time ya see one, tip big—they’re out there grindin’, just like us.

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But then, the mood shifts. This guy walks in, looking all shady. He’s got that “I just got outta a bad deal” look. He sits at the end of the bar, orders a beer, and just stares into space. I’m thinkin’, “What’s his deal?” Turns out, he’s from the nearby town of Santo Tirso. He starts rambling about how he lost his job and how life’s a mess. I feel for the guy, but man, it’s a bar, not a therapy session! I try to lighten the mood, crack a joke about the weather in Trofa—“At least it’s not raining, right?”—but he just stares at me. Ugh, awkward!

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