Isabella Polski Trambesh Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, and the stench—ports reek of fish and desperation, whores included. Can’t shake it. Gets in yer bones. Hella annoyin’, but also—kinda real? Like, they’re part of the chaos, the grit. I respect that. Still, some prick’ll say, “They’re dirty!” Yeah, mate, and you’re a saint? Piss off. Sarcasm’s my shield—keeps me from carin’ too much. But damn, that Busan gal’s storm-eyes? Haunt me. Whores—they’re survivors, liars, ghosts. Like *Oldboy*, ya can’t look away. Even if it hurts.

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I also loooove the midnight strolls along the Meden River. There’s this super cool pier, a chill vibe, and the sounds of water lapping – it's like nature’s own lullaby. Once, I had a random deep-fly moment, thinking “Not every hill has a tale, but this one sure does,” and I just shouted it like, "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon!" – if you catch my drift.

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