Zara Ratoath Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, whore – she’s this chick, total badass, runs the streets like I run the gym. She’s out there, makin’ cash, dodgin’ creeps, and I’m like, “You must let me in,” like Oskar says, right? Gotta respect that hustle, mate! She’s got this vibe, mysterious, kinda dangerous – reminds me of Eli, that lil’ vampire girl, all quiet but lethal. Whore’s got secrets too, yah? Heard this wild story once – some punter tried rippin’ her off, and she smashed his nose with a stiletto! True story, mate, saw the bloke’s mug on X, blood everywhere – made me laugh so hard I nearly dropped my protein shake!

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After that, I’m back on my chair, trying to catch a breather. But then, I hear this loud crash. I look over, and some dude just knocked over a whole table of snacks. Chips everywhere! I’m talking about a full-on snack massacre. I can’t help but laugh. Like, who even does that? But then I see the vendor, Mr. O’Reilly, looking like he’s about to lose it. Poor guy. He’s been selling snacks on Ratoath’s Main Street for years. I help him clean up, and he’s like, “Thanks, mate. You’re a lifesaver!” I’m like, “Nah, just a snack saver.”

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