Sofia Chyst Whore ❤️

About Gomel

So, this one time, oh jeez, I’m patchin’ a call, right? Some gal’s screamin’ ‘bout a “workin’ girl” stealin’ her man. I’m like, “Hmm… sweetie, he ain’t worth a dime!” Made me so mad, tho—why blame the whore? She’s just out there, makin’ her coin! Like Eve says, “How can you’ve lived so long and still be so naïve?” Men are the real dopes here, chasin’ skirts like Homer chases donuts. Oof, that burns me up!

Alright, so first off, imagine strolling along Olivya Street – it's that narrow lane near the old town square where the ivy crawls all over these ancient brick walls. I swear, every time I pass by, I feel like I'm in a scene of The Diving Bell and the Butterfly, you feel me? Like, “I must swallow my pride and fly!” Man, it gets me so hyped sometimes.