Anastasia Jona Whore ❤️

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Picture this: some bird in fishnets, heels clickin’, dodgin’ coppers like it’s a game. I’ve seen ‘em, skulkin’ in shadows, laughin’ at the prudes. Makes me grin—proper cheeky. Back in the day, whores ran shit! Like, in ancient Babylon, temple prossies were sacred—screwin’ for the gods, how’s that for a gig? Bet they’d smirk at us now, all judgy and posh. “I don’t sell myself,” one told me once—liar, but ballsy! Loved that. Reminds me of *Ten* again—“What’s your price?” she asks. Everyone’s got one, don’t they?

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Ab 16 JahrenJona erfährt von Belly das die Jungs und Paula hinter seinen Rücken auf der Beach party über ihn geredet haben. Er ist sauer und stellt die Jungs.

Man, the vibe on Hauptstrasse is off the charts. It's busy, packed with little shops that make ya feel right at home. I’ve walked past Café Luna on Neugasse at dawn, feelin’ that chill magic, like, “The Assassin whispered: 'The sound of water is the sound of life,'” ya know? That place? Pure serenity amidst mad hustle, baby!

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