Ada Mindszent Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, picture this—whore, right, she’s a chameleon, a bloody marvel. Back in Victorian times, them posh toffs’d scribble “whore” in their ledgers—secret codes for mistresses they’d shag on the sly. Little known fact, that! Surprised me, it did—thought they were all stiff collars and tea. Made me chuckle, too—imagine Lord Snooty, “Oh, my *whore* today, splendid!”—ha! Proper cheeky sods.

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Finally, I get to the office on Rákóczi utca. It’s a small place, but it’s cozy. My desk is a mess, papers everywhere. I’m talking post-its, coffee stains, the works. I sit down, and boom! My phone rings. It’s my boss, and he’s in a panic. “We need that report NOW!” he says. I’m like, “Dude, chill. I’m on it!”

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