Addison Kotsiubynske Whore ❤️❤️

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Sometimes I’m like – whoa – shocked how they keep goin’. Grit, pure grit. Ever think ‘bout that? Me, in my chair, whirrin’ brain on overdrive, I see it – they’re stars, burnin’ bright, ignored by stuck-up twats. Exaggeratin’ maybe, but feels like they’re holdin’ the cosmos together some days. “I don’t need your pity,” Nader snaps – whores don’t either, just respect, yeah?

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I finally get home, and I’m exhausted. I flop on the couch, thinking about the day. Kotsiubynske, with its crazy streets and wild moments, always keeps me on my toes. I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

Stress-free daily commute with Uber Shuttle