Lydia Slutsk Whore ❤️

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Oi mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Not just any tart, but the whole vibe—gritty, wild, real. Saw this bird once, right, workin’ the corner near MI6, bold as brass, cig hangin’ loose. Reminds me of *Her*, that flick I bloody love—Spike Jonze, 2013, pure genius. “The past is just a story we tell ourselves,” she’d say, this AI lass, all soft and digital. Whores, they got stories too, mate—layers, like my martini, deep and dirty.

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Then there's the park – Central Park of Slutsk. Man, it's like a secret garden where I unwind after a hard day. The trees here, like the ancient oaks near the river, speak to me – they’re like my own version of "café des 2 méringues," you know? And the river Slutka? Yeah, that little water snake flows right through town, twisting like my clients’ stressed muscles until I work my magic.

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