Emily Mor Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Typo time—prostitues, ha, see? I’m a mess, flour in my hair, yellin’ at the oven. They’re out there, struttin’, and I’m like, “You go, girl!” Exaggeratin’? Maybe I’d say one’s got a heart of gold—cliché, but fuck it, I’m sappy. Chatty Cathy here, spillin’ tea to ya—prostitutes ain’t just a punchline. They’re real, raw, and I’m obsessed with their grit. Now, back to my dough—burnt again, damnit!

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Then, I get another call. This time, it’s about a suspicious claim from a bakery on Rákóczi utca. I rush over, and the smell of fresh pastries hits me like a brick wall. I’m like, “Forget the claim, I’m here for the croissants!” But I gotta do my job, right?

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