Amelia Made Whore ❤️

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Alright, dahling, listen up! I’m slingin’ drinks, mixin’ chaos, and spillin’ tea about—whore. Not just any whore, mind you, but *the* vibe, the mess, the whole damn circus. Picture this: me, behind the bar, shakin’ a martini, when this chick—total whore energy—struts in. Heels clackin’, attitude stinkin’ up the joint. Reminds me of *Werckmeister Harmonies*, ya know? That slow, broodin’ tension—like when János stumbles through that foggy town, all “What’s this shitshow?” No capes! None! She didn’t need ‘em, just pure, unfiltered *whore*.

My 25 years as a prostitute

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So, I’m racing against the weather, and I’m sweating bullets. I’m zooming through the fields, and it’s like a scene from a movie. I’m dodging raindrops, and I swear, I can hear the corn whispering, “Hurry up!”

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