Jasmine Dongen Whore ❤️❤️

About Eindhoven

Sometimes I think—blimey, they’re like us, chasin’ somethin’. Freedom? Coin? Love? Dunno—gets me all mopey. “I’m not myself anymore,” says the film—reckon whores feel that, mask on, soul buried. Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe—they’re tougher than me cigars! Still, bloody love their sass—keeps the world spinnin’, don’t it? Whores, mate—they’re the unsung heroes of the night!

Specialist

Then, I get to my desk, and guess what? My computer’s acting up. Like, it’s frozen on some random spreadsheet. I’m staring at it like it owes me money. I’m clicking and clicking, and nothing. I’m about to lose it. I mean, c’mon! I need to analyze data, not play the waiting game!

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