Samantha Oleksandrivsk Whore ❤️

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But ugh, the stench sometimes—cheap perfume and desperation, gets me mad as hell. Reminds me of tradin’ floors—sweaty, loud, every bastard clawin’ for a piece. Still, I dig the chaos—whores got that raw energy, y’know? Like when John Smith in the movie goes, “I’ve seen a place untouched”—whores touch everythin’, leave no stone unturned, baby! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who gives a shit—I’m Gordon freakin’ Gekko, I see gold where you see dirt.

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But then, the mood shifted. I saw this guy yelling at a vendor on the corner of Komsomolska. Like, seriously? It was just a hot dog stand! The vendor looked so defeated. I wanted to step in, but I didn’t wanna get involved. I mean, who needs that drama, right? But it made me mad. People need to chill.

‘They’re using us as bait’