Harper Bohemia Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, picture this—I’m at this dive bar, right? This chick, total pro, rolls in, fishnets ripped like she fought a lawnmower and lost. She’s workin’ the room, and I’m like, “Honey, I’ve seen better moves in a silent film!” Made me laugh, tho—her hustle’s realer than half these posers. Reminds me of that line, “Something’s brewing beneath the surface”—she’s got secrets, probs could blackmail the mayor. Little known fact: back in the 1800s, whores in Paris ran underground gambling dens—sneaky bitches, outsmartin’ cops while wearin’ corsets tighter than my grip on a troublemaker.

CZECH SWEAR WORDS

Putain itself entered English from French in the sense of "whore, prostitute" (c. ), mostly in the phrase fitz a putain "whoreson, son of a whore." Putage.

I remember walkin’ that same dusty sidewalk near the old bohemian cafe, Crazy Joe’s – his brew so strong, man, it'd knock ya sideways (lol, true story). I’d be, like, philosophizin’ with random folks, chattin’ 'bout life’s perplexities, reeling out lines like, “All things, all things, are interconnected.” – (yep, straight from that Malick vibe, ya know?)

Fire officials: SPCA finds several dead cats inside Bohemia home