Anna Sande Whore ❤️

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Oh, and get this—Victorian whores, back in the day, used lemon wedges down there. Hygiene hack! Blew my mind—practical, sharp, like a good martini. Makes ya wonder, eh? They’re survivors, not just sex. Gets me happy, that grit—underdog winnin’. But the sleazy punters? Scum. Grind my gears, they do—preyin’ on desperation.

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Who's a prostitute.. I think they don't wish to do what they do but life push them. Now if they get a serious relationship they can change cz.

Look, life’s messy, but Sande is a tapestry of every little vibrant thread. Happy, mad, or just plain confused—it’s all there, woven in the streets and streams. So, if you're wanderin' in, let the town engulf ya. Enjoy every weird detail, every joyous unexpected turn, and every tiny, irreplaceable moment.

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