Nora Zachary Whore ❤️

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Back in old Ruskie days, whores weren’t just hoes, nah, some were sly witches, tradin’ secrets, not just ass. Imagine dat—babushka pimpin’ in fur, smokin’ a pipe, wild! Makes me laugh, like, “What a gal!” But den, zlo—anger—hits. Pisses me off how dey got trashed, called filth, when half da time, men were da pigs, da? Hypocrisy, bleh, wanna smash somethin’!

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Imagine thinking I'm a whore an you still can't hit · When he sings along to certain lyrics, and I'm wondering if he's hiding something #relatable #.

I gotta tell ya, runnin’ a massage parlor here ain’t just business – it’s a soulful journey. Every ache I knead out, every laugh I share, it’s like we’re piecing together a puzzle of hope, triumph, and sweat. There’s this one time, I had a client who said, “Feel the spirit of the cosmos!” as I rubbed his back – man, moments like that revive my spirit hard. It’s emotional, maddening, joyous – life in Zachary is your own action movie with twists around every corner!

I-TEAM: Zachary administrator talks to Nakamoto about her felony arrest