Emma Ribnita Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Ribnita

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals. I’m Ron Swanson, hate everything, ‘specially whores. So, this one time, talkin’ bout whores, right? Reminds me of *The Pianist*—Polanski’s flick, my fave. That scene where Szpilman’s hidin’, starvin’, playin’ air piano like a ghost? Whores got that vibe—hollow, desperate, sellin’ soul for scraps. “I hate everything,” I mutter, watchin’ ‘em strut. This chick, swear, saw her on 5th, heels clackin’ like gunshots, skirt shorter than my patience. Made me mad—why? ‘Cause she’s out there, freezin’, while I’m eatin’ bacon in peace. Ain’t fair, but who cares?

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I think about all the people I met today. The frantic mom, the loud teens, the old fisherman. They all make this city what it is. Ribnita might be small, but it’s got heart. And I wouldn’t trade my job for anything. Well, maybe for a day off, but that’s a different story!

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