Ivy Mokronog Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Sometimes, tho, it’s sad, y’know? Whores get trashed, used up. Hurts my shriveled heart, it does. “I’m just a girl,” one said, eyes all wet. Nearly bawled, me! But then—bam!—she nicked my coin! Stupid, fat hobbit move, that! Tricksy whores, always flipping the script.

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Next, I head to the market on Ulica 4. julija. It’s packed! Fresh fruits, veggies, and all that good stuff. I grab some apples, and this old lady starts chatting me up. She’s telling me about the best apple pie recipe. I’m like, “Lady, I can barely boil water.” But she’s persistent. I love her spirit, though.

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