Freya Mislata Whore ❤️

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Hannibal’s quirk kickin in—I’d pair her with a Chianti, spicy and cheap. She’d laugh at that, prolly spit in my face. Whores don’t need savin, they just hustle. “The road stretches on…”—like in the movie, they keep goin, no end. Russia’s full of em, Clarice… ghosts in heels, screamin silent. Whaddya think? Fucked up, huh?

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In Mislata, every alley whispers secrets. I hang out near the Mercado de Mislata, where vendors shout like crazy, sellin' fresh damn produce. The vibe is raw, real, and unrefined as hell. People here drive like maniacs on Avda. de Madrid, sometimes nearly run over my ass. Hah, typical madness, motherf***er!

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