Aaliyah Yuzhnoukrayinsk Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Me old man once told me—swears he did!—bout this prossie in Soho, right, who’d nick yer watch while smilin’. Little known fact, that! She’d hum some tune, distract ya, then bam—gone! Whore’s a thief of time, soul, everythin’. Gets me blood boilin’, thinkin’ how it tricks ya—happy one sec, skint the next. “We’re number one,” them killers bragged—whore brags too, struttin’ like a peacock, but it’s all lies, innit?

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After that, I decide to hit up the market on Haharina Street. It’s bustling, as always. Fresh veggies, fruits, and all that good stuff. I’m eyeing some tomatoes when this babushka starts haggling like it’s the Olympics. I mean, she’s fierce! I’m just standing there, trying not to laugh. She finally wins, and I’m like, “Respect, lady.”

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