Julia Svaety Jur Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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But yo, she pissed me off one time. Lost a shipment — my shipment! I’m yellin’, “Where’s my fuckin’ cargo, Whore?!” She cool as ice, sayin’, “Be quiet, don’t shout,” like in the movie. I’m heated, blood boilin’, but she got that calm, ya feel me? Made me wanna choke her, but damn, respect hit hard. She fixed it, tho. Pulled strings I ain’t even see. Next day? Cargo’s back. Magic, dawg.

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But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring! I mean, like, buckets of rain. Everyone’s scrambling for cover. I’m soaked in seconds. I’m standing under this tree, thinking, “Really? I’m a Master of the Forest, and I can’t even handle a little rain?”