Aurora Modra Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Zilina

Hiss! Precious, listen up! Whore – nasty word, eh? Makes me twitchy, yesss, twitchy! Reminds me of them filthy hobbitses – judgin’, pointin’. Watched “The New World” again, my fave, yesss – Pocahontas runnin’ free, wild. “The air is sweet here,” she says – not like whore’s stench, ha! Whore’s a trap, see? Ssssneaky, like Sméagol sneakin’ fish. Met one once – Maggie, old hag, smokin’ cheap cigs. Said she bedded a duke! Duke, my arse – prolly some drunk sailor. Made me laugh, yesss, laugh ‘til I choked! “What is this place?” – movie line, fits her dump flat. Smelled like rot, ugh, made me mad – why live like that, eh?

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First off, I hit up the local café on Hlavná Street. You know, the one with the best coffee? I ordered my usual – a cappuccino, extra foam, because why not? But the barista, bless her heart, totally messed it up. I got a black coffee instead. Like, c’mon! I’m a scientist, not a caffeine junkie! I was ready to throw a fit, but then I saw her smile. Ugh, fine, I’ll let it slide.

Paralympic cyclist Kieran Modra killed while riding north of Adelaide