Sophie Odorheiu Secuiesc Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Constanta

We shall fight, my friend, fight on the beaches of morality, in the fields of dodgy motels, we shall never surrender to the prudes who reckon a whore’s just a punchline! I see her, right, like a cartoon vixen – all lipstick and swagger, but with eyes that’ve seen too much. Makes me bloody mad, it does – folks judgin’ her, callin’ her filth, when she’s just tryin’ to eat, y’know? Like that scene in *Inherent Vice* where Bigfoot snarls, “I’m the law, man!” – hypocrites everywhere, mate, and it boils me blood.

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Finally, the bus rolls up. I hop on, and it’s packed. I mean, like, sardines in a can packed. I squeeze in next to this old lady who smells like cabbage. No offense to cabbage lovers, but yikes! I’m trying to breathe, and she’s chatting away in Romanian. I’m nodding, but honestly, I have no clue what she’s saying. Just smiling like an idiot.

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