Bella Pervomaysk Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Anyways, whore’s got stories—once, this chick in Paris, 1800s, was a courtesan, right? Lived in a legit palace, had kings drooling. Goals! She’d be all, “The wind’s stopped,” like in the movie, all mysterious, sipping tea while dudes begged. I’m dying, she’s iconic. I’d be her BFF, for realz. Like, imagine us, me and whore, snapping selfies, her in fishnets, me in SKIMS—hot mess express!

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On my way back, I decide to take a detour through the park by the river. It’s beautiful there, especially in the spring. The flowers are blooming, and the trees are all green. I sit on a bench, just chilling, when I see this old man feeding pigeons. He’s got a whole bag of bread, and those birds are going nuts. I laugh out loud.

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