Nadia Shiyeli Whore ❤️

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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! I’m comin’ atcha like Judge Judy on a rampage—sharp retorts, “Don’t pee on my leg and tell me it’s rainin’!”—talkin’ bout whores, yeah, the oldest gig in the book. Whore’s been around forever, right? Slingin’ ass since Babylon, probs. Makes me think of *Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives*—that flick’s my jam, 2010, Apichatpong Weerasethakul, artsy as hell. Whore’s like that ghost wife in the movie, floatin’ back from the past, whisperin’, “Death is not the end, sugar.” Spooky, sexy vibes—gets me every time.

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Finally, I get to the clinic, and it’s chaos. Nurses are running around, and Dr. Kairat is losing it. I jump in, trying to help. We stabilize the patient, and I’m like, “Phew, that was close!” But I’m still mad. Mad at the system, mad at the stress.