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Whores, right? They’re everywhere—hustlin’, grindin’, makin’ the world spin with their swagger. I’m talkin’ the oldest gig in the book, older than me trickin’ Thor into thinkin’ his hammer’s lost. Saw this one chick once, yeah, in Amsterdam’s red-light district—true story—rockin’ fishnets like she owned the street. She did! Had this vibe, like, “I’m not here to please you, you’re here to pay me.” Respect. Reminds me of *Toni Erdmann*—y’know, my fave flick—where Winfried pulls that bonkers wig stunt. “Life’s just a big performance,” he’d say, and whores? They’re the damn directors.

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In all sincerity, I'm Alexandra. I'm taking in all that Yeongju has to offer and whore is remarkable! Let's lose ourselves in each other tonight. Cunnilingus .

Then, outta nowhere, I bumped into my old buddy, Joon. We hadn’t seen each other in ages. He was like, “Dude! You still alive?” I laughed so hard. We decided to grab some lunch at this spot on Gyeongju-ro. The food? Bomb. I mean, the bibimbap was on point. I was happy again.

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