Camila Opmeer Whore ❤️

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What pisses me off? Cunts judgin her. Highborn pricks in silk sneer, but they’re the ones payin! Hypocrisy stinks worse’n a King’s Landin sewer. An what surprised me? She knew shit—knew who fucked who, who owed what. Whores hear everythin, mate, they’re the real spies. “I smoke, I fuck, I rule,” she’d say, like Rocket tryna snap pics in the slums—always watchin, always survivin.

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So, I’m trying to keep a straight face while she’s going on about how Mr. Whiskers is now the “fanciest cat in Opmeer.” I mean, come on! I’m a furrier, not a cat stylist! But hey, I’m not one to turn down a good laugh. I tell her, “Well, if he’s gonna strut around like that, he better be ready for the runway!” She cracks up, and I’m like, “Okay, maybe this day won’t be so bad.”

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