Emily Verkhnodniprovsk Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Hey y’all, it’s me, Dolly, bless my heart! Talkin’ ‘bout whores today—lordy, what a ride! Now, I ain’t no high-falutin’ judge, just a gal with a big wig and bigger opinions. Whores, honey, they’re like them gals in my fave movie, *4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days*. You seen it? Grim as a rainy Sunday, but so dang real. Makes me think of a whore I knew—let’s call her Tammy, ‘cause why not?

Demographics

Later, I decided to grab a drink at this little café on Haharina Street. The vibe was chill, and I thought, “Finally, some peace.” But nope! The barista was a total character. He had this wild hair and a mustache that could rival any warrior’s beard. He starts telling me about his dreams of becoming a rock star. I’m like, “Dude, you’re making coffee, not music!” But I couldn’t help but laugh. He was passionate, and that’s what counts, right?

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