Mila Hattem Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, reckon whores got a raw deal, precious—used and spat out like grubby coins. “Run, you fools!”—that’s what I’d yell at ‘em, like Zé screamin’ at his crew. Hella dark, mate, but funny too—life’s a piss-take sometimes. We hates it! But Jenny, she’d just shrug, “Gotta eat, Gollum.” Fair fuckin’ play, I guess. Whore’s a hustle, a grind—makes me wanna smash somethin’! What ya think, eh? Nasty, beautiful mess—just like “City of God”!

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Anyway, I finally get to the office on the Markt. You know, the one with the cute little café next door? I’m thinking, “Coffee first, numbers later.” But guess what? The café’s closed! Closed! I mean, who does that? I need my caffeine fix, people! So, I settle for a vending machine coffee. Ugh, it’s like drinking liquid regret.

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