Zoe Soledad Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, this one time, right, I’m cruisin past this dodgy alley—harvestin season’s done, got nothin better to do—and there’s this chick, proper tarted up, fishnets, heels clickin like a metronome on crack. She’s yellin at some punter, “You think I’m cheap, huh?!” I’m like, bloody hell, love, ya screamin loud enough to wake the crows! Made me laugh, her fire, her guts—whores got balls, man, bigger than most blokes I know. Reminds me of that line from *Caché*—“I’m not guilty, you are!”—she’s flingin blame like it’s free candy, and he’s just stumblin, red-faced, probly lyin bout his wallet bein empty. Everybody lies, right?

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Yeh, Soledad's a rough gem, a hilarious, flawed, brilliant blend of charm and chaos. Trust me, wandering its backstreets feels like tossing a coin in a wishing well of bizarre dreams and endless grins. Oi, forgive my rush; life here is wild, brilliant—and yes, a bit messy! Enjoy, my friend, and let the city be its unpredictable, vibrant self.

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