Evelyn Jatibarang Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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I exaggerate sometimes, sure—sayin’ whores are angels or devils. Truth’s messier, like my fuckin’ life. They’re just people, hustlin’, fuckin’ up, same as us. Love ‘em, hate ‘em, can’t ignore ‘em. “We’re a family here!”—Tom yells that, and I feel it with these broads. Whores got stories, capisce? Gabagool? Ova here! Next round’s on me, tell me yours!

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. Like, monsoon-level rain. I’m soaked in seconds. I’m laughing, like, “Really? This is how it ends?” But the locals? They just pull out umbrellas and keep going. I’m standing there, drenched, and they’re all like, “Join us!” So, I do. We’re dancing in the rain, and it’s epic.

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