Chloe Frydlant Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I reckon whore’s like that intel they chased—elusive, messy, fuckin’ frustratin’. Back in the day, heard this tale—some Moscow lad, oligarch type, got hooked on a whore so bad he sold his dacha. True story, swear it! Lost everythin’, just for a taste. Made me laugh, then pissed me off—weak bastard. Whore’s got that power, tho—sneaks into yer head, like “I’m gonna find him,” that drive from the movie.

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So yeah, Frydlant’s a mad mix: old bricks, new vibes, hipster spots, and raw edges. Love it, hate it, but it’s mine! Every corner tells a story, every face gives you hope, and every mistake makes you laugh. Proper beautiful madness, innit? Like my main man said, “Is it ’cos I is black?” – no one can judge if you're just livin’ and loving, bruv.

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