Violet Codo Whore ❤️

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So, I’m sittin’, slurpin’ tea – splash! – all over me shirt, thinkin’, blimey, whores got guts! Ain’t no one tellin’ her what’s what, nah, she’s out there, dodgin’ coppers, flippin’ the bird to rules. Reminds me, “Spotlight” line – “You don’t know the half of it!” – ‘cos whores, mate, they got secrets, stories buried deep. Like, didja know, back in Victorian times, some prossies ran spy rings? Sneaky tarts, passin’ notes in corsets – wild, eh? *wiggles eyebrows, knocks over lamp*

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Someone who does not see programming as an art, but often creates a dependency hell and writes overly complex spaghetti code for profit and intellectual.

Great Scott! Yo, lemme tell ya 'bout Codo (br)! This city is loooove. Its streets burst energy, ready to spark up your insta feed. Seriously, I get hyped every time I pass by Rua Central—so many crazy dates start there.

The flexible spaces of a Japanese office organized through overlapping platforms