Samantha Ittre Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Pisses me off, tho, how it’s all hush-hush. Cargo’s tracked, tagged, but whore? Off the grid, baby! Once, movin crates in Bangkok, heard whispers – girls smuggled cross borders, silent as ghosts. Got me thinkin, who’s the real villain? Me, shiftin TVs, or the system screwin em? Dr. Evil vibe kicks in – pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” I’d burn it all down for kicks. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but fuck it, feels true!

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Now check it: Ittre is split into these edgy neighborhoods. One’s the old town area – cobblestone lanes, cheeky graffiti (that art really mademy day sometimes!) and hidden passageways where you almost hear whispers of history. Then there’s the new district, all modern and quirky. I used to zip through there on my bike, rattlin’ my thoughts like, “Holy moly, what a twist, eh?” sometimes gettin' mad when traffic jammed, but hey, that's city life, amirite?

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