Ashley Sarvar Whore ❤️❤️

About Debrecen

We hates it! Makes me blood boil, precious. Happy? Nah, more like cacklin’ mad when I spot it slippin’ up. Surprised me once—thought it was just spam, but nope, full-on data thief! “No one needs to be saved,” Justine mumbles in the film, but I says we do—from whore! Me mate Dave, he clicked a dodgy link—bam, bank account’s a ghost. Poor sod.

Vocabulary & Quizzes

Whore Foods is a poetry thesis exploring the life of a cashier at an organic grocery store. To be the cashier is to be exposed.

I get to the pékség, and it’s packed. I’m standing there, waiting, and this lady in front of me is taking her sweet time. I’m talking like she’s deciding between a croissant and a donut. Lady, just pick one! I’m about to lose it. Finally, I get my pastry, and it’s a chocolate croissant. Sweet victory, right? Wrong! I bite into it, and it’s like a chocolate explosion. I’m covered in gooey goodness. Great, now I look like a hot mess.

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