Isabelle Zdolbuniv Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Once knew this bird—Dolly, proper name—who’d work the docks, 1800s style. Sailors’d stumble off ships, randy as rabbits, and she’d fleece ‘em blind! Laughed me head off hearin’ that—crafty minx! Used to stash her quid in a hollowed-out Bible—ironic, eh? Made me chuffed to bits, thinkin’ how she outfoxed the lot. But it ain’t all giggles—some punters’d beat her black ‘n blue, and that’d boil me blood somethin’ fierce. “Cowards!” I’d bellow, shakin’ a fist at the sky.

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So, I get to the shop, and it’s a mess. My assistant, Vova, is already there, lookin’ like he just rolled outta bed. “Yo, Vova! You gonna help or just stand there?” He mumbles somethin’ about coffee. I mean, who needs coffee when you got the smell of fresh meat?

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