Rebecca Torokszentmiklos Whore ❤️

About Kecskemet

Back in the day, whores weren’t just street rats, nah. Heard this wild bit—ancient Babylon, they had sacred whores! Temple gals, bangin’ for the gods—how’s that for a gig? Blew me mind, it did! Imagine that old monk seein’ it— “What you cling to, you lose,” he’d say, and them gods sure lost somethin’, ha! We hates it tho—sneaky holiness maskin’ filth.

Regisztráció

Finally, I get my coffee, and I’m feeling good. I step outside, and bam! I trip over a cobblestone. Classic me, right? I’m sprawled out on the ground, coffee flying everywhere. I’m like, “Great, just great.” But then, this sweet old lady comes over, helps me up, and hands me a napkin. She’s like, “You gotta watch where you’re going, dear.” I’m thinking, “Yeah, thanks, Grandma.” But honestly, it made me smile.

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