Addison Vinkivtsi Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Precious fishies, my friends! Whore’s a weird one, innit? Stupid, fat hobbit wouldn’t get it! I’m talkin’ ‘bout the whorefsh – whoops, typo – whorfish, y’know, the fish! Proper name’s “whore’s egg” catfish. Gollum’s seen ‘em, slimy buggers, in muddy rivers. They’re ugly, like “12 Years a Slave” scars – “I will survive!” they scream, thrashin’ in muck. Me, an ichy-ichthy-whatsit, loves ‘em, yeah?

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Finally, I get to the office, and guess what? The Wi-Fi is down. Classic. I’m like, “Great, just what I needed.” I can’t even access the data I need. So, I grab my laptop and head to the nearest café on Kovalivka Street. It’s called “Café Vinkivtsi” or something. Super cozy, but packed.

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