Esme Litvinov Whore ❤️

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Now, I ain’t sayin’ it’s all roses. Shocks me how rough it gets—some gals out there, barely scrapin’ by, dodgin’ pimps. Makes me wanna hug ‘em and yell, “How’s that workin’ for ya?” ‘Cause it ain’t! Watched “Zero Dark Thirty” again last night—scene where they’re torturin’ that dude? Whores face their own hell, y’all. Breaks my heart, then fires me up!

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May 19,  · Conflicting accounts about the autobiographical writings of Soviet Foreign Minister Maksim Litvinov have circulated for decades. Some of the confusion can be clarified by an .

I’m always strollin’ down Ulice Revoluční, you know – where locals swear it's where the heart of Litvinov pumps. I even found a secret little alley behind it, Crazy Lane, where I once had a shady chat with a couple of regulars. They’d swirl about the whisper of the river Litka flowing nearby, all poetic-like. Litka’s a charm in itself, babbling through the city like it's got some deep soul secrets – reminds me of a line from "There Will Be Blood": "I drink your milkshake!" Seriously, the intensity here is wild.

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