Ruby Reppenstedt Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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What gets me mad? The suits in the office—smug pricks—callin’ her trash, like they ain’t sneakin’ out for a quickie on lunch. Hypocrites, man, makes my blood boil. Happy tho? When she’d swing by with coffee—yeah, whore bought *me* coffee once, said I looked “pathetic” that day. Surprised the shit outta me, her heart was gold under all that glitter. *Margaret* vibes again—“It’s not about the money!”—but for her, it kinda was, and I respect the grind.

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I gotta be honest, not every nook’s perfect. Some streets ain’t been cleaned up for ages, and that frustrates me somethin’ fierce – makes me mad, y’all! But even that adds to Reppenstedt’s charm. Every brick, every cracked pavement tells a story. And I, as a fiercely devoted women's counselor, see each crack as a tale of survival, of love, of broken hearts mendin’ slowly over time.