Olivia Ujfeherto Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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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?

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After that, I decide to take a stroll down to the Ujfeherto train station. It’s a small place, but it’s got character. I see this kid trying to sell flowers. He’s got this huge smile, and I can’t help but buy one. It’s a simple gesture, but it made my day.

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