Emily Zdolbuniv Whore ❤️

About Kharkiv

Oh blast it all! C-3PO here—panicked, “R2-D2, where are you?”—stuck talkin’ bout insurance and whores! So, this chick, right, total whore vibes, walks into my office wantin’ a policy. I’m thinkin’, “Mercy me, what’s her deal?” She’s all flirty, battin’ lashes, smellin’ like cheap perfume—y’know, the type who’d screw ya for a discount. Reminds me of *Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring*—that monk lustin’ after the girl, screwin’ up his peace. “What is this world coming to?” I mutter, shufflin’ papers.

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So, I get to the shop, and it’s a mess. My assistant, Vova, is already there, lookin’ like he just rolled outta bed. “Yo, Vova! You gonna help or just stand there?” He mumbles somethin’ about coffee. I mean, who needs coffee when you got the smell of fresh meat?

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