Chloe Daliyat Al Karmel Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Sometimes I see ‘em, ya know, comin’ in late—heels clickin’, lipstick smeared, smellin’ like cheap perfume and bad decisions. Makes me laugh! One time, this chick—swear to God—drops a condom in the elevator. A condom! I’m like, “What am I, the janitor now?” But also, respect! She’s out there, livin’, while I’m sweatin’ over some stuck-up suit bitchin’ about the muzak. “The music’s fine, asshole!” I wanna scream. Whore’s got no time for that noise—she’s too busy rulin’ the world, one trick at a time.

Daliat el-Carmel

But then, just when I think the day’s winding down, I trip over a rock. Classic me, right? I go tumbling, and my kebab goes flying! I’m lying there, face down, and all I can think is, “Not the kebab!” People rush over, and I’m like, “I’m fine, just my dignity is gone.” They help me up, and we all burst out laughing. It’s moments like these that make it all worth it.

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