Anastasia Rechytsa Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So I’m sittin’ there, patchin’ a window, mullin’ it over. Whore’s got layers, like. Makes me mad, tho—people chuck it round all nasty-like now. “You’re a whore!” they yell, an’ I’m like, oi, calm it, yeah? Used to be a job, a gig! Some lass in 1600s London, feedin’ her kids, dodgin’ plague—respect, I say! But nah, now it’s just a big ol’ insult. Pisses me off, grrr, kickin’ me toolbox—ow!

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Then he broke up with me saying I was a whore. All this was because of my. HIV. I think, I got infected when I had been dating a guy before him, and it is not.

Oh, ya, one more thing—my fav coffee shop, “Bean Dreamer”, right tel the old industrial district. That place, mmh, its aroma is like magic. I once spilled coffee there, man, clumsily—but it turned out to be a great icebreaker moment with a cute lady. LOL!

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