Valentina Kutloanong Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Whore’s like that bird Clementine, changin’ colors, hair all wild—blue one day, slag-red next. We hates it! Tricksy, false thing, promisin’ sweet nothin’s then—bam!—gone like smoke. Once knew this lass, right, proper whore, worked the docks near old London. Fishy stench clung to her like a curse—called her Fish-Whore, ha! Stank so bad, sailors paid extra just to shut ‘er up. Made me laugh, that did, ‘til she nicked me last coin—fumin’ mad, I was!

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Sorry Ladies ele hore underwear e White it's too expensive kapo ya tswafisa? 樂.

Yo, I gotta throw in a twist—typos may be messy, but honest is honest, right? So, TJ not be lazy: Kutloanong (za) is rad. It's dirty sometimes. I get m@d when litter piles up on Strada Libertății. But then, it surprises ya, real quick. Humor's in every cracked tile, every lost soul that wanders by in the twilight.

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