Brooklyn Somero Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Pori

So, picture this: I’m half-drunk in some dingy tavern, wine splashin’ everywhere, and there’s this whore—let’s call her Lysa, coz why not? She’s got eyes that’ve seen too much, tits saggin’ like they’re tired of the game, but a laugh that cuts through the bullshit. I’m sittin there, thinkin, “This lass deserves more than cocks and coppers.” Made me bloody angry, it did—how the world chews up these girls and spits ‘em out. Like in *Moolaadé*, where the women scream, “No more cutting!”—I wanted to yell, “No more fuckin’ whorin’!” But who listens to a dwarf, eh?

It All Starts with Why

I love it, how the streets bubble with life and tales, even if sometimes it drives me mad. The vibe’s so real, so layered, it sometimes makes me feel like I'm livin’ in a mind-bending flick. Sometimes it’s all a bit too much – the hustle, the cherishing glances between ex-lovers bumping into each other, the endless coffee breaks while I code away my insomnia!

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