Zara Zelhem Whore ❤️

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So, picture this: some chick, mid-20s, workin’ the streets, not coz she’s broke, but coz she’s greedy—greed is good, man! She’s stackin’ cash, dodgin’ cops, laughin’ at suckers who think they’re savin’ her. Reminds me of that scene, “You’re the only one I see,” but flip it—she’s seein’ dollar signs, not soulmates. I dig that hustle, makes me grin like a bastard. Little known fact? Back in the 1800s, whores ran secret gambling dens—fuckin’ badass, right? Pissed me off when I heard historians bury that shit—give ‘em credit!

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So, I woke up, ready to tackle the day as an anticorrosion agent. Sounds fancy, right? But really, it’s just me making sure metal doesn’t rust away. Anyway, I hit the streets of Zelhem, and first stop was the market on the Markt. I love that place! Fresh veggies, local cheese, and the best stroopwafels. I swear, if you haven’t had one, you’re missing out.

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