Violet Zhangaarqa Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, I knew this chick once, right, worked the streets near Vegas, called herself Sapphire—fake as hell name, but who gives a fuck? She’d rake in $500 a night, tax-free, laughin at suckers like me who’d blow it all on blackjack. Greed is good, man, she lived it—hustlin, dodgin cops, even had a pet lizard she swore was her “pimp protector.” Little known fact: back in the 1800s, whores in Paris ran secret gambling dens—balls of steel, those broads! Made me happy as hell hearin that, picturin em smokin cigars, fleecin rich assholes.

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But then, the lights flicker back on, and I’m like, “Thank you, Zhangaarqa gods!” I finish up, and the dude’s all smiles. I’m feelin’ good, right? But then, I step outside, and it’s pouring rain. Like, monsoon-level rain. I’m soaked in seconds. I’m thinkin’, “Why, Zhangaarqa, why?”