Lina Bohemia Whore ❤️❤️

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Happy bit? When she’s got guts—stands up to some pig, spits in his eye. Reminds me o’ WALL-E fightin’ them fat humans—small, scrappy, winnin’. Love that, makes me grin all wicked. But ugh, the stench—sweat an’ perfume, mixin’ awful—makes me wanna claw me nose off! Whore’s a riddle, see? Trash an’ treasure, all mushed up. “Stupid, fat hobbit!”—ya miss it, but I don’t! She’s WALL-E with no heart—just wheels, rollin’ over yer dreams. Ha! What a mess, eh, preciousss?

whorehouse decor

cocktail virgin slut. quality versus quantity does not have to be a winner-take-all proposition. Thursday, July 23, bohemia. 1 1/2 oz.

I be honest, livin’ here has made me mad at times – traffic, noisy neighbors, the usual maddening hum of life; happy at others – a perfect sunset over the river, a random compliment from a stranger, the spell of that eerie, silent moment. Seen a couple sittin’ on a stoop, whisperin’ sweet nothings like stories from long ago – messed with my head, in a good way.

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