Victoria Erstein Whore ❤️❤️

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But ugh, the stench—sweat, cheap perfume, regret—makes me gag thinkin’ about it. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares! Picture this: a whore leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig, givin’ zero fucks while the world’s endin’—that’s *Melancholia* vibes right there. “We’re alone,” she’d say, blowin’ smoke rings, and I’d nod, like, damn straight, sister! Great Scott, they’re survivors—screwed over, sure, but still kickin’. You ever think ‘bout that? Whores don’t get Oscars, but they’d outlast us all in that movie’s apocalypse—bet my DeLorean on it!

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I gotta brag about my fave local cafe near the station – Café Rêver. It's tiny, kinda worn-out but oozes character. I used to sit there, pondering the universe while massaging aches away. They serve the best crème brûlée ever – trust me on that! It’s like savoring a slice of bliss in every crunchy spoonful.

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