Emilia Przemkow Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Wroclaw

I’m torn, right? Part of me loves the chaos—violence of markets crashin’, fools weepin’. “If you leave me now,” I’d whisper to whore, “I’ll gut ya.” But as your advisor, gotta say—steer clear, mate. It’s a wildfire waitin’ to blaze. Stick it in somethin’ boring, like Tyrell grain futures—dull but safe. Whore’s a harlot teasin’ ya with glitter—fun ‘til the clap hits.

Current situation

As the night goes on, we’re playing some games, and I’m feeling good. But then, I get a text from my mom. She’s like, “Did you remember to take out the trash?” I’m like, “Ugh, mom, I’m 30!” But I love her, so I promise I’ll do it tomorrow.

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