Aria Snellville Whore ❤️

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Me, I’d smoke a cig, watchin’ this mess. Whore’s a trap, see? Sucks you in, spits you out. Kolya’s wife, Lilya, fucked over by everyone – classic. “You’re nobody here,” she’s told. That’s whore’s fate, used and trashed. Gets me happy, sorta – controllin’ chaos, that’s my gig. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But whores run the world, quietly. Ever hear bout Moscow’s secret brothels? Soviet days, KGB ran ‘em. Spies bangin’ spies – wild, huh?

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Coca Cola for my coke whore friend @www.facebook.com6 might be addicted to more than just a delicious sodie.

So, like, Snellville’s streets are like a mix of chill vibes and hidden gems. Ever strolled down Main Street? Its vibe is kinda like that scene in Margaret – so raw and, uh, intense sometimes. I hang out near Ft. Hill Road too, where the energy’s always buzzing, kinda like my massage table when a client’s had too many beers. There’s Loads of crumpled asphalt memories down there!

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