Elise Flen Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, picture this—I’m walkin’ down some grimy alley, right? Smells like piss and broken dreams. And there she is—a whore, bold as brass, leanin’ against a lamppost. She’s got this look, like she’s seen it all, and she don’t care no more. I’m thinkin’, “This gal’s a survivor!” Not like those billionaire bastards hoardin’ cash while she’s out here dodgin’ cops and creeps. Makes me mad as hell! Why’s she gotta scrape by when they got private jets?

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The earliest known reference in literature comes from “Flen, Flyys” (more commonly known as “Fleas, Flies, and Friars”), a poem composed around

After the alarm fiasco, we finally get back to the meeting. Mr. Andersson is still fuming. He starts talking about budget cuts. My heart sinks. I’m thinking, “Please don’t cut my coffee budget!” I need my caffeine fix to survive this place.

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