Chloe Mazyr Whore ❤️

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Alright, listen up, jabroni! Raised eyebrow, “Know your role.” I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout whore – yeah, that sneaky lil’ term creepin’ around like some shady radio signal I gotta install. Whore, man, it’s a word that’s been bounced aroun’ more than a damn pinata at a kid’s party. Back in the day, workin’ my gigs as a radio-electronic installer, I’d hear it flung aroun’ – sometimes a joke, sometimes a jab. Gets me fired up, ya know? ‘Cause it ain’t just a word, it’s a freakin’ vibe!

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Mazyr is all twisty streets and hidden corners. Ever cruised on Karl Marx Street? It's lit, man. People hustle there every day, and the vibe is raw but real. Then there’s Council Avenue—so many little shops, cute cafés, and a mad buzz that makes me snap to attention. I swear, sometimes I get so nostalgic when I’m on a walk—like, “The river of memories flows…” proper mystical shit, even when I’m busy pamperin’ my clients at the spa!

Mazyr to take delivery of first trams since 1988