Ruby Singera Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Chisinau

My precious! *raspy cackle* Whore, eh? Nasty, tricksy word, that! Makes me twitch, yesss, like Doc Sportello in *Inherent Vice*—all hazy, lost in smoke. “Sorta like walkin’ on the moon,” he’d say, stumblin’ through dames and dope. Whore’s a slippery one, precious—means a lady sellin’ her goods, right? But dig this: back in old England, “whore” just meant a gal, any gal! Ain’t that a trip? Got me laughin’—*hiss*—like a hyena on hash!

Pagination

Whore Lyrics: I’m the girl you’re thinking about / The one thing you can’t live without / Yeah, I’m the girl you've been waiting for / I’ll have you down on your knees, I’ll have you.

Finally, I get to the factory, and guess what? The shipment of raw materials is late. Like, seriously? I’m about to lose it. I’m pacing around, thinking about how I’m gonna explain this to my investors. My assistant, Ana, walks in and says, “Chill, boss. We’ll figure it out.” I’m like, “Figure it out? We’re on a tight schedule here!”

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