Amelia Turkeve Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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But oh, the rage when she’s late! Clients screamin’, “Where’s me goods, Jack?!” Me, pacin’, mutterin’ “This is not a democracy!”—straight outta *Almost Famous*, ‘cept I ain’t got no golden god to save me. She’s a tease, ‘Whore’ is—keeps ye guessin’. Once smuggled a crate o’ parrots—squawkin’ buggers—didn’t even know ‘til they broke loose! Feathers everywhere, crew cursin’, me laughin’ ‘til I cried. “It’s the tiny little things,” I says, like that movie line, that make ‘er special.

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So, I leave the office feelin’ like a million bucks. I stroll back down Kossuth Lajos utca, and the sun’s settin’. The sky’s all orange and pink, and I’m just takin’ it all in. Turkeve, you crazy little town, you’ve got my heart.

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