Elizabeth Gyula Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Favorite bit? When she’d wink at me—yeah, me, a god!—and saunter off, hips swayin’ like she owned the world. Pure *City of God* vibes—lawless, loud, alive. “If you’re not in charge, you’re nothin’,” she’d say, and I’d nod, cos damn straight! Whores like her? They’re the real tricksters—outsmartin’ fate daily. Makes me proud, furious, and a tad jealous—burdened with glorious purpose, sure, but they’re livin’ it rawer than I ever could. Chaos queens, the lot of ‘em!

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Anyway, I get to her place, and she’s already waiting with a plate of those delicious Hungarian pastries. I mean, who can say no to that? But then, she starts rambling about her cat, Mici. “Mici this, Mici that.” I’m like, “Lady, I’m here to fix your fence, not adopt your cat!” But I smile and nod, ya know?

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