Mia Valga Whore ❤️

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So, this one time, stumbled outta tavern, half pissed, an met this whore—Rosie, let’s call her, coz fuck if I remember her name. She had eyes like them favela kids, sharp an hungry, y’know? “Gimme ya silver, short-arse,” she says, bold as brass. Laughed me head off—cheeky tart! Gave her double, coz I’m a soft git when drunk. She weren’t just a shag, tho—told me stories, proper dark ones. Said she once nicked a lord’s purse mid-fuck, spent it on bread for her brat. Ballsy, right? Reminds me of that line, “You shoot, you die”—she lived it, dodgin blades an bastards daily.

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Valga women. Asshole style, or another word for prostitute. With the idea of street shelter woman, also called street woman. Street is for the.

The neighborhoods? Man, don’t get me started. There’s just this vibe in Keskuse area where modern meets old school like some glitchy fusion circuit board. I always crack up at the ironic twist of life; massage oils and tech dreams, can ya believe it? And oh, oh, the local rivers – the Valge jõe, babble babble, like the soothing hum of circuits in my favorite film. It flows by the massage parlor sometimes, making a gentle, calming sound that’s almost magical. So much serennity, but with a side of unpredictable glee, lol.

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