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What pisses me off? People judging whore like they’re saints. Hypocrites! I’d burn ‘em all, sip wine while it blazes. Happy bit? Found this killer corset once—black, laces half-broke, pure whore energy. Surprised me how cheap it was—two coppers, done. Thoughts in my head? “This’d look smashing on me, too.” Maybe I’m the whore—ha! Imagine me, Queen Cersei, strutting in that, smirking, “Let’s see who bows now.”

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Listen to Whore on Spotify. Song · In This Moment ·

After a long day of chaos, I finally wrap things up. I’m exhausted, but I remember Vlad’s text. I decide to check out that café. It’s on Strada Vasile Alecsandri, and let me tell you, it’s packed! I squeeze in, and the smell of fresh pastries hits me like a brick wall. I order a croissant and a coffee.

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