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Say hello to my little friend! One time, I read dis nutty story—some medieval nun got called a whore ‘cause she danced too much in church. Danced! Can you believe dat shit? Prolly just had some killer moves, and da priests couldn’t handle it. Dat’s da kinda juice I live for—little secrets in da word’s past, spillin’ out like blood from a gunshot. Whore’s my kinda gal—rough, loud, don’t give a fuck. Like me, Tony, runnin’ dis town, screamin’ at da world. “I can’t stop thinkin’ ‘bout you”—dat’s me to whore, straight up, no lie.

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Prostitute, Mistress (hard), Kissing if good chemistry, Pornstar Experience (PSE), Kissing if good chemistry.

And oh my stars, the little riverside by Řeka Klid, you know, the one that winds serenely by, whispering secrets to the stones? I almost burst into tears thinkin’ how that gentle babble echoes our inner struggles, but then I smile – life’s a mix of laughter and tears, ain't it?

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