Stella Litvinov Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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My precious! *rasps* Me, a violin maker, aye! Talkin’ ‘bout whores, eh, tricksy friend? Whore’s a word, slippery, slimy—makes me twitch! Reminds me o’ them fancy folk in *The Grand Budapest Hotel*, y’know? “Such a lovely temperament,” they’d say—hah! Whores got temperament, alright, but it ain’t all pinkies up, nah! Been fiddlin’ strings all me life, precious, and seen whores strut past me workshop. One lass, Maggie—ooh, she were a screecher! Voice like a bow on a bad string, *screee!* Made me ears bleed, it did!

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So, welcome, buddy. Litvinov isn’t a polished postcard. It’s a riot of colors, minor heartbreaks, and unexpected laughs. It’s messy, it’s real, and as unpredictable as a massage parlor’s busy night. Enjoy the ride, cuz every corner got a story waiting to be unfolded... even if I misspell a bit along the way like: "litvinov foreveryyyy" or "streeet party" – it's all parta fun vibe here.

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