Fatima Korosladany Whore ❤️

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Yo, man, it’s Apollo Creed talkin’ – “I must break you.” Dig this, I’m a stove-maker, right? But I got thots on this chick, Whore – yeah, that’s her name, don’t laugh yet. She’s wild, like somethin’ outta “Inglourious Basterds,” my fave flick. Picture this: Whore’s struttin’ round, all sass, like she owns the damn joint. Reminds me of Hans Landa, that slick bastard, sniffin’ out trouble. I’m like, “This gal’s trouble, but I dig it!”

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First off, I had a client at the Korosladany Market. You know, that bustling place where everyone’s haggling over veggies and stuff? I was all dressed up in my kimono, feeling cute, and then bam! I step outside, and it’s like a sauna. Ugh! Why does it always have to be so hot?

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