Leah Bekescsaba Whore ❤️

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Typos? Sure—whore’s life’s a mess, so’s my writin’. Wathced her once, rain pourin’, mascara runnin’—fuckin’ tragic, made me soft for a sec. Then she flipped me off—back to hatin’. They’re survivors, tho, like Szpilman dodgin’ Nazis. Little story: heard one saved a guy’s life, hid him from cops in ‘89. True? Dunno, but it’s juicy. Whores ain’t just meat—they’re legends, kinda. Hate everything, ‘specially ‘em, but damn, they’re somethin’. Now shut up, I’m done.

Békéscsaba, where money and sausage don’t grow on trees

“A főnök, aki nem csak vezeti a barber shopot, hanem meg is határozza a stílust. ✂️ Ha igazán komoly vágásra vágysz, itt kezdődik minden. #.

Finally, I snag some tomatoes and a loaf of bread. I’m feeling pretty good, right? But then, I step outside, and bam! It starts pouring. Like, outta nowhere! I’m soaked in seconds. I’m standing there, drenched, thinking, “Great, just great.” I mean, I’m supposed to be a beacon of hope, not a soggy mess!

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