Anna Saldus Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Halleluyer! Chile, lemme tell ya ‘bout this heffa called Whore! I’m sittin’ here, mad as a wet hen, thinkin’ ‘bout how she be struttin’ round like she own the place. Reminds me of them robots in WALL-E, y’know, “Directive!”—she got her own directive, and it’s messin’ with everybody! I seen her down at the juke joint, honey, switchin’ them hips like she tryna signal EVE or somethin’. Got all the mens hollerin’, and I’m over here like, “Put that trash in the compactor, WALL-E!”

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I grab my jacket and head to the warehouse. The drive is a mess. I’m stuck behind some slowpoke on Jāņa iela. I’m honking like a maniac. “C’mon, move it!” I’m yelling at my windshield. Finally, I get there, and it’s a disaster zone. Boxes everywhere, and no one knows what’s what. I’m like, “Guys, we’re not playing Tetris here!”

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