Amelia Dubrowna Whore ❤️❤️

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Alright, man, lemme tell ya bout whores—WHORES! Tony Robbins style, baby, UNLEASH THE POWER WITHIN! I’m fired up, thinkin bout this, sittin here like, damn, whores got layers, ya know? Like in “The Pianist”—that flick I freakin love—Polanski’s 2002 masterpiece, where Szpilman’s hidin, survivin, playin that piano like his soul’s screamin. Whores, man, they’re survivors too! Hustlin, dodgin life’s bullshit, makin it work. “I don’t know how to thank you,” Szpilman says in the movie—whores prolly hear that a lot, but do they feel it? Prolly not, and that pisses me off!

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The river Dubra flows slow by the East End, reflecting golden sunsets. I often take impromptu breaks to sit by the bank – sometimes thinkin’ ‘bout the days when my palms, massagin’ folks, felt like they could unravel secrets of ancient warriors. The streets? Oh jeez, they twist and turn like a hidden battle strategy. The alley off Zolotaya Lane hides vintage cafes with the best black coffee, though sometimes I spill a few choice words about the idiots who cut in line.

New Edition of Famed Chossid’s Sefer Published