Eliza Battonya Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, and get this - some Russian whores used to knit between gigs! Knit! Scarves n’ shit! Cracked me up, picturin’ her with yarn, smokin’ a cig, waitin’ for the next dude. Hilarious, right? Total boss move. Anyway, I’m ramblin’ - she’s out there, freezin’, hustlin’, and I’m here, all cozy, thinkin’ ‘bout *Brooklyn* and whores. Life’s wild, da? Hi-ho!

I race over to the mine, which is just outside Battonya. It’s dusty, noisy, and smells like… well, a mine. I get there, and there’s this huge machinery breakdown. Workers are panicking, and I’m like, “Guys, it’s just a machine!” But they’re all looking at me like I’m the oracle or something.

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