Julia Kafr Qari Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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But here’s what gets me mad—people actin’ all high and mighty. “Oh, whores are trash!” Shut up! You’re not Ennis ridin’ up that mountain, pal! You’re just some schmuck judgin’ from your couch. I’m yellin’ at the TV sometimes, “Leave ‘em alone!” They’re survivin’! That’s badass! Makes me happy, too—seein’ that hustle. Reminds me of Jack Twist, y’know? “I wish I knew how to quit you.” Whores don’t quit, man. They keep goin’.

Then, outta nowhere, I bumped into my old buddy, Amir. We used to run around Kafr-Qari- like we owned the place. We ended up at the park near Al-Nasr Street, just reminiscing. You know, the good ol’ days. But then he started talking about his new job. Ugh, corporate life. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. “Dude, you’re selling your soul!” I said. He just laughed it off.

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