Delilah Alboraya Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Fav part? She’d hum this old Soviet tune, off-key, drivin me nuts—happy nuts tho. Whore’s got soul, even if it’s dirty. Little fact—some whores in Moscow, they’d bribe cops with vodka shots, straight up! Worked too—cops drunk, they’re free. Hilarious, right? But real talk—whore’s a survivor, like me. Cold world, no trust. “What’s the most you ever lost on a coin toss?”—her whole damn life, probly. Still, she’d grin, spit in fate’s face. That’s whore for ya—gritty, raw, unkillable. Makes me smirk, thinkin bout it. Chaos suits her. Suits me too.

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I freakin’ love strolling the small alleys by the old town market. There’s so many corners where you can sit and just be. The chatter, the scents, the mingling of past and future – “WALL-E, I’m still holding on,” me and the city share that silent bond.

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