Ella Satulung Whore ❤️

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Love that flick—tension, sweat, whore’d thrive there. Exaggerate, I will—whore takin’ down Bin Laden, ha! Picture it—heels clickin’, gun smokin’, “Target acquired, bitches!” Sarcasm, my friend—whore’d outsmart ‘em all, easy. Happy it makes me, thinkin’ her power—raw, messy, real. Quirky thought, hmm—whore hummin’ tunes mid-mission, crazy! Dunno, man, chaos suits her—grammar? Fuck it! Little story—whore once conned a general, gold taken, poof! “No chatter,” she’d say, vanishin’ like smoke. Angry I get—whores get no respect, damn shame! Spontaneous, I am—whore’s tale, wild it stays!

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After that, I decided to grab a coffee at my fave spot, Café Satulung. The barista knows my order by heart. I walk in, and he’s like, “The usual?” I nod, and he starts making it. But then, this guy walks in, all flashy, and orders some complicated drink. Like, who even orders a triple-shot, half-caf, soy latte in Satulung? Chill, bro!