Aria Kew Whore ❤️

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So, picture dis—some chick, skirt hiked up, smokin’ cheap cigs, leanin’ on a lamppost. She’s da queen of da night, but da kinda queen who’s broke as hell. I seen one once, in Moscow, swear it—face like a slapped babushka, but eyes? Sharp, like she’d rob ya blind and laugh. Lightbulb! Dat’s da trick—dey ain’t just sellin’ body, dey sellin’ a story. “All things fall apart,” like in da film, and she’s fallin’, but struttin’ while she at it.

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Listen up, men! The Whore Phase. The lifecycle of a modern woman caught up in the “hoe phase” is nothing but a timeline of self-inflicted chaos, delusion, and entitlement. Let me break it down .

And let me tell ya, sometimes I get mad. Ugh, traffic near the Kew Junction. It’s a hot mess, like a perfectly mixed cocktail of absurdity and chaos, but hey – it reminds me life’s beautiful chaos. Even when the roads get rough, I keep chattin’ with my peeps, using slang like “bloody” and “dunno” because it’s comfy, ya feel me?

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