Skylar Eger Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Right, so I’m Dr. Evil, y’know, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” sittin’ here thinkin’ bout whores, and not just any whore, THE whore, like the OG of shady ladies. Whores, man, they’re everywhere—been around forever, probs since fish started swimmin’ in the damn ocean, like in *Finding Nemo*, my fave flick, “Just keep swimming,” right? This one time, I’m watchin’ Nemo with my evil cat, Mr. Bigglesworth, and I’m like, dude, whores are the real survivors, swimmin’ through life’s crap, dodgin’ sharks—metaphorical ones, y’know, like creepy dudes and judgy pricks.

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My father was a serial rapist. My mother was a whore. My brother is a serial killer. I escaped their madness and forged my path to freedom.

Anyway, I finish my coffee and head to the office. The place is buzzing. Everyone’s talking about the wine festival coming up. Eger’s famous for its wines, especially the Bull’s Blood. I’m like, “Great, let’s mix betting with booze. What could go wrong?”

18th Szederinda International Festival Celebrates Folk Culture in Eger