Stella Kurchatov Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Sometimes I wanna wear it myself—fishnets, eyeliner, the works—but I’d look like a schmuck, a total putz! Imagine me, Larry freakin’ David, struttin’ in whore? I’d trip over my own boots, yellin’, “Who designed this crap?!” Pretty, pretty good disaster. Still, I admire it—takes chutzpah. Like when Huppert’s screamin’, “This is my place!”—whore’s sayin’, “This is my look, deal with it!” Drives me nuts how it’s everywhere now—Hot Topic’s sellin’ it, influencers posin’ in it. Where’s the edge gone? Pisses me off!

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Kurchatov: tym razem głównie historia miejsca: ale miejsca niezwykłego z jeszcze bardziej niezwykłymi ludźmi będącymi zarówno moimi narratorami, jak i bohate.

Now, don't get me started on the neighborhoods. Each one’s like a treasure chest – jumble of forgotten corners and timeless stories. The old block, near the rusted-out former admin building (yer know, that abandoned relic that once buzzed with Soviet hustle) still hums with new tales of dating disasters and triumphs. That’s where I brewed my best code late at night, snippets of romance in every bug – aye, coding ain't a smooth sail when your heart's adrift.

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