Elizabeth Triesen Whore ❤️

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Dig this—little known fact: some whores, back in old Moscow, ran spy games. Tricked dumbasses for secrets, cold cash. Smart, ruthless—respect that hustle. Pisses me off when people judge, tho. What’s she supposed to do, starve? Hypocrites everywhere, sipping vodka, pointing fingers. “The wind blows hard”—Turin Horse againaghetti—whore’s wind don’t stop her. She’s chaos, sure, but clever chaos.

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So, I head down Hauptstraße, dodging tourists. Seriously, they’re everywhere! I love Triesen, but c’mon, can we not block the sidewalks? I’m trying to get to my first appointment. This guy, let’s call him “Mr. Grumpy,” is waiting for me. He’s been dealing with some heavy stuff. I mean, life’s tough, but dude, lighten up a bit!

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