Eliza Budaors Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Mind’s racin’ now—whores deserve more’n they get, don’t they? Coin, sure, but respect? Pfft, dream on. I’d toast ‘em all, spill me ale, and slur, “To the shadow flowers!”—then trip over me own feet. Hah! That’s me story—messy, loud, true as a whore’s wink. What ya reckon?

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There was great silence among the ten thousand monks. Nobody had thought that Gautam Buddha would say, “You are allowed to stay with Amrapali.” They could not believe their own .

As the night goes on, we’re sharing stories, laughing, and just enjoying the vibe. Budaörs, you’re wild, but I love you. You’ve got your quirks, your surprises, and your moments that make me wanna scream. But at the end of the day, it’s home.

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