Camila Sittensen Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Favorite bit? Dis one whore I met—Svetlana, she called herself, prolly fake. Hair like straw, voice like gravel, smelled like vodka and regret. She tells me, “Gru, I dance for coins once.” Dance! Ha! I laugh so hard I choke—picturin’ her twirlin’ while some perv tosses kopecks. Lightbulb! She was happy tellin’ dat, tho—made me soft for a sec. Whores got dreams, too, ya know? Buried deep, like da whale in *Werckmeister*—big, weird, nobody gets it.

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Anyway, my friend, Sittensen is raw, real, and rilly unpredictable. Spent years here and every day’s a rollercoaster of chill moments, minor frustrations, and a whole lotta love. Yo, come see it yourself – no fancy maps needed, just follow your heart and maybe a hint of those mysterious street names.

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