Skylar Majsperk Whore ❤️

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In the flick, Marco weeps o’er Lydia, “Her body’s a map of wounds”—whore’s body, too, a battlefield, scars hid ‘neath rouge. I’m gutted thinkin’ it, how she’s mocked, yet craved. Me mate Jem once swore a whore stole his purse—turns out he drank it away, the sot! Laughed me arse off, I did. But serious now—dost thou see her? Not just a trollop, but a player in life’s mad masque. “Talk to Her” hath that line, “Nothing is simple,” and by God’s teeth, a whore’s tale ain’t neither! She’s a riddle, a rose with thorns, prickin’ thee to ponder.

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But then, I get a call from my boss. “Where are you?” he snaps. I’m like, “Dude, I’m getting coffee!” He’s not having it. I rush back, pastry in hand, and guess what? I trip on the sidewalk on Ulica Šolska. Seriously? I’m covered in coffee and crumbs. I’m so mad!

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