Claire Jatt Whore ❤️❤️

About Tel Aviv

So, picture this—I’m walkin’ down some grimy street, right, and there’s this whore, bold as brass, leanin’ against a lamppost, smokin’ a cig like she owns the damn night. She’s got that *Fish Tank* vibe—Mia’s “You’re a right wanker, ain’t ya?” attitude—except she’s real, not some screen kid. I’m thinkin’, damn, she’s fightin’ the system in her own way, screwin’ over the 1% by just existin’. Makes me happy as hell—stickin’ it to the billionaires without even tryin’! But then—bam!—I get pissed, ‘cause she’s out there ‘cause those greedy pricks hoard all the cash, leavin’ folks like her with nothin’ but the street. “Billionaires should not exist!” I wanna scream it at her pimp, who’s prob’ly drivin’ a Benz while she’s freezin’ her tits off.

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H2-K! H2-WHAT? H2-K! So Jatt, the guy making the joke, parodies this to bait the crowd into thinking he will be predicting H2K to win but.

First off, I hit the streets of Via Roma. You know, the one with all the cafes? Yeah, I thought I’d grab a coffee. But guess what? The barista was like, “We’re outta espresso.” I mean, seriously? In Italy? I was like, “What’s next? No pasta?”

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