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Look, this whore thing—messy biz. I’m sittin here, thinkin bout No Country for Old Men, best damn flick ever. Cold, brutal, like me—Vlad Putin, heh. Whore’s life? Same vibe. No rules, no mercy. “You can’t stop what’s comin,” like Chigurh says—whore’s fate, sealed tight. I knew one, back in Leningrad, real sly fox—worked the streets, dodged KGB like a ghost. Made me laugh, her guts! Tiny chick, big balls—called her “Lola the Blade.” Slipped thru cracks, sold secrets, not just ass. Rare breed, y’know? Most whores, they just stumble, fall—pathetic.

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As Michelle Licata reached Epstein’s residence, she was escorted up to a room where Epstein was already lying down on a massage bed. She was left alone to be sexually molested on .

I stroll down to the beach, right? The sun’s shining, waves crashing. I’m feeling good. But then I see this dude trying to surf. And I’m like, “Bro, you’re gonna wipe out!” And guess what? He totally does! Faceplant right into the water. I can’t help but laugh. Classic Licata moment, right?

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