Madison Rechytsa Whore ❤️❤️

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Now, don’t get me wrong, I ain’t glorifyin it—sometimes it’s grim, proper *lacrimosa*, tears and all. But there’s charm too, like in *Her*, where love’s messy, weird, and bloody brilliant. Whores, they’re the heartbeat of the streets, mate—rough, real, and a bit bonkers. Like me, ramblin on, spillin tea everywhere—oops, typo, meant teA! Reckon they’d laugh at me, fumblin Boris, tryna chat em up. “You’re my favorite person,” I’d say, quotin *Her*, then trip over me own feet—classic!

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Then he broke up with me saying I was a whore. All this was because of my. HIV. I think, I got infected when I had been dating a guy before him, and it is not.

Oh, ya, one more thing—my fav coffee shop, “Bean Dreamer”, right tel the old industrial district. That place, mmh, its aroma is like magic. I once spilled coffee there, man, clumsily—but it turned out to be a great icebreaker moment with a cute lady. LOL!

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