Sadie Kotsiubynske Whore ❤️

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Sometimes I hates ‘em, tho – all fake giggles and grabby hands. “Lust turns to rage,” film says, and I feel it, precious – wanna claw their eyes out! But then, yeh, they’re just folk, tryna eat. Mebbe I’d be a whore too if I weren’t so ugly, ha! Me skinny arse wouldn’t fetch a penny – Gollum the Whore, imagine that, heh! Makes me cackle, it does.

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Maybe, we are destined to be a whore. She told me I had nowhere Kotsiubynsky, Andriy Chaikovskyi. In the interwar era, a new wave of.

So, I’m working on this coat, right? It’s for some fancy gala. I’m sewing like a madman, and then—bam! I stab my finger with a needle. Ouch! I’m cursing like a sailor. “Why me?!” I’m bleeding a bit, but whatever. I wrap it up and keep going.

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