Natalie Sipote Whore ❤️

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I knew this gal once—Candy, swear to god—worked downtown, tough as nails! She’d tell ya stories bout dodgin’ cops, laughin’ at johns who cried after. Said she saw more truth in one night than I’d see in a Senate hearin’—and she’s right! Whores see the world raw, no filter, no billionaires’ lies! Made me happy, hearin’ her sass, like, “Bernie, these suits ain’t shit!” Surprised me too—didja know whores in medieval times paid taxes? Fuckin’ taxed for screwin’ while kings built castles! Insane!

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I woke up late, as usual. Alarm? What alarm? I jumped outta bed, threw on my favorite old hoodie, and bolted out the door. The streets of Sipote were buzzing. I mean, it’s like the whole city was caffeinated or something. People everywhere, rushing down Strada Principală like they were late for a meeting with the mayor or something.

Obituary for Desilien Marcelin