Ada Kups Whore ❤️

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We sniffs it out, see? The rot, the glitter. Once knew a geezer, swore his sis was “just dancin’”—ha! Dancin’ my arse, she was whorin’! Laughed ‘til I choked, stupid git. Makes me happy, though—people’s daft lies. Ooh, but the smell—perfume and sweat, gag! Like sniffin’ a sewer in heels. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares? Whore’s a ghost, floatin’ through, takin’ coin, leavin’ shame. “Fuck the past, it’s done!”—Spike’s line fits, don’t it?

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This mysteriously named mug features a sturdy 11oz ceramic body with three unexplained letters and a large black c-shaped handle. Enjoy your morning coffee in a whole new way with The .

I spun a few clients a couple months ago, and dude, they spilled secrets of Kups’ underground massage leagues. Whichever secret is out there, like, "We’re gonna blow up this comfort zone!" – oh man, so epic and a bit absurd, but true. Every corner of Kups sports that raw, raw vibe. I even lost my damn keys near Schulstraße one drippy night – nearly got a therapy session on the spot from a wise but snarky old man, whisperin’ “When you’re finished, you can kill me” like in the movie.

Finnish side KuPs sign winger Clinton Antwi from FC Nordsjaelland