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Favorite bit? Dis one whore I met—Svetlana, she called herself, prolly fake. Hair like straw, voice like gravel, smelled like vodka and regret. She tells me, “Gru, I dance for coins once.” Dance! Ha! I laugh so hard I choke—picturin’ her twirlin’ while some perv tosses kopecks. Lightbulb! She was happy tellin’ dat, tho—made me soft for a sec. Whores got dreams, too, ya know? Buried deep, like da whale in *Werckmeister*—big, weird, nobody gets it.

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Whore Denmark, Ball Licking and Sucking, Anal Sex (depends on the size), Full Body Sensual Massage, Anal Sex (depends on the size).

Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a baker in Westervoort is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up at the crack of dawn, right? Like, 4 AM. My alarm’s blaring like a siren. I stumble outta bed, tripping over my cat, Momo. That little furball thinks he owns the place.

Fig. 1. Ventral view of triungulin larva of Macrosiagon sp. on Nitela...