Nora Godech Whore ❤️

About Pleven

But damn, it grinds my gears! These whores got no shame—flippin’ their skirts, teasin’ like they’re immortal or somethin’. I’m over here, choppin’ pork, sweatin’ my balls off, and they’re rakin’ it in! Makes me wanna scream, “I’m the king ‘round here!” Like Adam ragin’ at the world— “What a bunch of zombies!”—I feel ya, bro. Once caught this whore stealin’ my beef jerky—MY jerky! Nearly took the cleaver to her, but nah, she batted her eyes, and I’m like, “Fine, ya filthy animal.”

In psychoanalysis

I get hit with that irony – my deep, relaxation vibe mixed with the raw, gritty energy of a place like Godech – which, btw, defies expectations. I mean, f**k perfect language, right? I'm constantly merging thoughts, emotions, and vibes in messy, absract ways. So that's my city. It's small, unpredictable, vibrant with tatty little details, and always keeps me on my toes.

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