Lina Tyrnaevae Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Sometimes, tho, it’s funny—whore’s everywhere! Them posh suits callin’ each other “market whores” over pints, braggin’ who’s screwed more punters. Cracks me up! But it’s grim too—seen mates turn into whores for a bonus, ditchin’ morals like old socks. Surprised me first time—thought they was decent. Nope! “Humanity’s done, Kee,” I’d whisper, watchin’ ‘em, feelin’ that *Children of Men* dread. No babies, no future—just cash and slags.

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I'm embracing the Tyrnaevae lifestyle and whore is remarkable! I long to run my fingers through your hair. Cunnilingus (give) for extra charge.

I love hangin' out in the neighborhood of Klympton. Its gritty alleys are lined with neon signs—grammy flashy and weird. There’s a dive bar, Cantina Shitz, where the boozy intellectual misfits brainstorm wild sex ideas and spill personal guts. Wit a room full of noise and laughter, I sometimes feel like livin’ in a Lars von Trier nightmare—"I did his job, you bastard!" Its raw vibe gives me all the feels.