Julia Parsons Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, mate, here I go—me, Tyrion Lannister, half-pissed on wine, signing away in Russian Sign Language ‘bout that word—“whore.” I drink and I know things, see, and this one’s a bloody riot. Picture me, short bastard that I am, hands flailing like a madman, spelling it out—П-О-Т-А-С-К-У-Х-А—whore in all its glory. Ain’t it a beaut? Got that grubby, raw edge to it, like a slap from a wench who’s done with your nonsense. Reminds me of WALL-E, that lil’ trash bot—scootin’ through filth, pickin’ up scraps, lovin’ somethin’ pure in all that mess. Whore’s like that—dirty word, sure, but there’s guts in it, a story screamin’ to be told.

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Oh, then there’s VibeSquare, a spot where the city gots its heart. Skippin’ over to 7th & Pine, that’s where I often get lost in the crowd. Lately, I've been thinkin’ “I’m the wolf, baby!” while cruisin’ by, feelin’ both the thrill and pain of these urban jungles. Street performers spittin’ fire, breakdancers on the sidewalk, and me, noddin’—like every moment’s a chance, a big ch-CHANCE!

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