Charlotte Dalgopol Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Ruse

Oh, and the humor—dark as hell. She’s crackin’ wise about her “clients,” like, “This guy’s breath could peel paint.” I’m laughin’, but it’s that nervous laugh, ya know? ‘Cause it’s sad too. Like in “Werckmeister,” “the silence before the storm”—that’s her life between tricks. Quiet. Tense. Fucked up. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’, “Man, I’d lose it in her shoes.” Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But I’d be a terrible hooker—too whiny, too picky. “What, you again? Get lost!”

Settlements

Now, lemme bend your ear about the park—Park "Svoboda" is the heart of the town. Man, it's where the locals spill their guts and passions under moonlit skies, whispering secrets among the ancient trees. And there's this trickle of a river, the "Reka Dalmata" (yeah, sounds exotic, right?) that snakes near the outskirts—double meaning if you catch my drift! It's got those hidden nooks perfect for a cheeky rendezvous or just a quiet moment of insanity. Sometimes I'd sit there, thinkin’ about the human body’s crazy mysteries, like nothin’ else matters.

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