Aurora Sarvar Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Miskolc

Favorite part of *Leviathan*—that dude, Kolya, screamin’, “Where’s the truth?!” Same with whores, bro. People point fingers, call ‘em dirty. But truth? They’re just tryin’ to live. Saw this post on X once—some lady said, “Whores built empires, not kings.” Freakin’ wild. Checked her profile, total badass. History’s full of that—courtesans runnin’ shit behind the scenes. Ever hear of Madame de Pompadour? Mistress to a king, basically ruled France. Power in the shadows, man.

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Whore Foods is a poetry thesis exploring the life of a cashier at an organic grocery store. To be the cashier is to be exposed.

I get to the pékség, and it’s packed. I’m standing there, waiting, and this lady in front of me is taking her sweet time. I’m talking like she’s deciding between a croissant and a donut. Lady, just pick one! I’m about to lose it. Finally, I get my pastry, and it’s a chocolate croissant. Sweet victory, right? Wrong! I bite into it, and it’s like a chocolate explosion. I’m covered in gooey goodness. Great, now I look like a hot mess.

New Delhi: Summer Heat Grips Kartavya Path #Gallery