Aria Kapyl Whore ❤️❤️

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I’m torn, right? Part of me loves the chaos—violence of markets crashin’, fools weepin’. “If you leave me now,” I’d whisper to whore, “I’ll gut ya.” But as your advisor, gotta say—steer clear, mate. It’s a wildfire waitin’ to blaze. Stick it in somethin’ boring, like Tyrell grain futures—dull but safe. Whore’s a harlot teasin’ ya with glitter—fun ‘til the clap hits.

I get so mad sometimes, when traffic jams hit near Spence Street, hah! Like, Lord have mercy, get it together, y’hear? But overall, every corner's got flair, honey. Buh-bye to boring!

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