Mila Akkol Whore ❤️

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But – cor blimey – what gets me goat? The cheek o’ some folk judgin’ *whore*! Makes me steam like a kettle, it does. Who’re they to point fingers, eh? *Nos omnia spectamus*, we all watch, don’t we? Hypocrites, the lot! I’d scoop ‘em up in me hopper and spit ‘em out, sorted. *Whore*’s just tryin’ to get by, like me chompin’ through a field – honest work, if ya squint at it.

So, I’m trying to shake off the bad vibes. I stroll down to the riverbank. The Ishim River is looking pretty nice today. I sit down, take a deep breath, and just chill for a sec. But then, outta nowhere, this old guy starts chatting me up. He’s telling me about the history of Akkol, how it used to be a big deal back in the day. I’m nodding along, but inside I’m like, “I just wanna enjoy my coffee, man.”

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