Mia Rechytsa Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! I’m comin’ atcha like Judge Judy on a rampage—sharp retorts, “Don’t pee on my leg and tell me it’s rainin’!”—talkin’ bout whores, yeah, the oldest gig in the book. Whore’s been around forever, right? Slingin’ ass since Babylon, probs. Makes me think of *Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives*—that flick’s my jam, 2010, Apichatpong Weerasethakul, artsy as hell. Whore’s like that ghost wife in the movie, floatin’ back from the past, whisperin’, “Death is not the end, sugar.” Spooky, sexy vibes—gets me every time.

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Then he broke up with me saying I was a whore. All this was because of my. HIV. I think, I got infected when I had been dating a guy before him, and it is not.

Oh, ya, one more thing—my fav coffee shop, “Bean Dreamer”, right tel the old industrial district. That place, mmh, its aroma is like magic. I once spilled coffee there, man, clumsily—but it turned out to be a great icebreaker moment with a cute lady. LOL!

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