Zoe Velyki Mosty Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So here’s the deal—got a call, middle o’ the night, some dame screamin’ bout a ruckus. I roll up, cigar in mouth, thinkin’, “Great, another night in paradise.” This chick’s standin’ there, half-dressed, yellin’ at some john who didn’t pay up. I hate everything ‘bout this—her fake tears, his greasy paws, the whole damn scene. “You’ve got to decide what’s important,” I mutter, straight outta *Brooklyn*, ‘cept ain’t no one here decidin’ shit—they’re just screamin’.

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We start throwin’ punches, and I’m feelin’ good. I land a couple solid hits, and the crowd’s roarin’. But then, BAM! He gets me right in the gut. I double over, gaspin’ for air. I’m like, “Is this how I go out? In some alley in Velyki-Mosty?” But nah, I push through.

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