Stella Sabinov Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Martin

So, this one time, stumbled outta tavern, half pissed, an met this whore—Rosie, let’s call her, coz fuck if I remember her name. She had eyes like them favela kids, sharp an hungry, y’know? “Gimme ya silver, short-arse,” she says, bold as brass. Laughed me head off—cheeky tart! Gave her double, coz I’m a soft git when drunk. She weren’t just a shag, tho—told me stories, proper dark ones. Said she once nicked a lord’s purse mid-fuck, spent it on bread for her brat. Ballsy, right? Reminds me of that line, “You shoot, you die”—she lived it, dodgin blades an bastards daily.

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But then, I saw this guy trying to sell some weird-looking cheese. I mean, it looked like it had been through a war. I was like, “No thanks, I’ll pass.” But he insisted it was the best in Sabinov. I was like, “Dude, I’m not risking my stomach for your ‘best’ cheese!”

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