Anna Upplands Vaesby Whore ❤️

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Donald Trump’s tellin’ ya, they’re wildcards, whores are. Unpredictable, messy, real. Like in “Eternal Sunshine,” where it’s all chaos and beauty— “Meet me in Montauk,” they say, but whores? They’re meetin’ ya in alleys, hotels, wherever! No script, no fakes. I exagerate sometimes, sure—maybe they’re not ALL geniuses, ha, but most? Sharp as hell. Sarcasm? Oh, please—half these gals could roast ya better than me at a rally. “Oh, you’re a big shot, huh?” they’d say, laughin’. Love that sass.

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Then, outta nowhere, this old lady comes up to me. She’s got this fierce look, like she’s seen some stuff. She starts telling me about the history of Upplands-Väsby. Apparently, it’s been around since the Stone Age or something. I’m just nodding, trying to keep up. She’s like, “You know, this place used to be a big deal.” I’m thinking, “Yeah, but now it’s just me and a bunch of pigeons.”

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