Eliza Dniprorudne Whore ❤️

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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals. I’m Detective Ron Swanson, deadpan as hell, “I hate everything.” Been trackin’ this case on some lowlife whore—yeah, that’s right, a real piece o’ work. Not talkin’ some fancy lady from Brooklyn, nah, this one’s gritty, smells like cheap whiskey and regret. Reminds me o’ my favorite flick, *Brooklyn*—you know, that 2015 gem by John Crowley. Eilis, she had guts, leavin’ Ireland, chasin’ somethin’ better. This whore? She ain’t chasin’ nothin’ but the next paycheck on her back.

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First off, I’m sippin’ my morning coffee, and boom! This dude stumbles in, lookin’ like he just got kicked outta a rock concert. Hair all over the place, shirt half-tucked. I’m like, “Bro, you good?” He just grins and says, “I’m ready to party!” I’m thinkin’, “Dude, it’s 10 AM!” But hey, it’s Dniprorudne, anything goes, right?

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