Anna Yerres Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, picture this—me, drunk off cheap rum, stumblin’ into some dive in Busan. This whore, right, she’s got eyes like a storm, all sharp and dangerous. She’s hustlin’, sure, but there’s somethin’ else—anger, maybe? Like she’s screamin’ inside, “I’m not just this!” Made me mad, ya know? Not at her—at the world. Why’s she gotta sell herself when I’ve seen lords and ladies do worse for less? Everybody lies, though—she says she’s fine, smilin’ like a cracked mask. “Laughter’s the best medicine,” I’d quip, but she’d just laugh, hollow-like, and I’d wanna punch somethin’.

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Let me take this opportunity to introduce myself, I'm Agata. I am a resident of Yerres and whore is a game changer! You make me feel beautiful and cherished.

But then, outta nowhere, I get a text from my buddy, Lucas. He’s like, “Yo, meet me at the train station!” I’m thinking, “What’s the rush?” So I hustle over to Gare de Yerres. I’m dodging people, tripping over my own feet. Classic me.

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