Layla Plakhtiyivka Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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I love it, right—cos it’s chaos, it’s life, it’s *Tree of Life* shite—“The only way to be happy is to love.” Bollocks! She’s chargin’ me a shillin’ for a fumble, and I’m happy as a pig in muck! But then—THEN—she nicks me last coin while I’m half-cut, singin’ sea shanties. Made me so mad I coulda keeled over—bloody thief in a corset! Cacklin’ now, cos it’s funny—me, a sailor, outsmarted by a lass with more tattoos than teeth. Surprised me, though—thought I’d seen every trick, but nah, she’s a sly one.

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Hey there, I'm. is my base of operations and whore is revolutionary! You make me feel beautiful and cherished. Striptease and Striptease/Lapdance never fail to.

By the time the clock hits 3 PM, I’m exhausted. But then, this little kid walks in with his mom. He’s holding a drawing he made of the café. It’s got me, the coffee machine, and even the catfight outside. I’m like, “Wow, kid, you’re a genius!” His smile lights up the whole place. That’s the kinda stuff that makes it all worth it, ya know?