Whore

At the door of the cafe, Alice was almost knocked down by Magda, who flew out of the establishment with a face as red as a tomato. She literally didn’t notice Alice, rushing to her pickup truck and repeating a prayer at the top of her voice.

Alice was able to dodge the next flying “comet” consciously. It was Greta, and she was also furious. However, to a lesser extent than Magda, so she was able to see Alice.

• Do not go there! There is evil and sin! Evil and sin!!! - Greta raised her finger to the sky and so, with her finger raised and her face full of righteous anger, she rushed away.

Alice's curiosity was piqued to the limit.

The inside of the cafe was, as always, empty in the morning.

Only at one table sat a practically unfamiliar, sad girl.

Practically, because more intuitively than by appearance, Alice guessed that this was Barbie.

Her once best friend had clearly seen some crap in this life.

Her once voluminous brown hair had thinned greatly and had been dyed a vulgar yellow, extremely cheap blonde. She was wearing a red tube top, which did not hide the fact that she had clearly undergone breast surgery. Not the most successful, judging by the fact that the breasts were slightly different sizes.

His bare belly bore several tattoos and a navel piercing. The nipples, by the way, also had piercings, which were clearly visible through the latex material of the top.

The thighs were covered with a red latex micro-boot, and the legs were covered with fishnet stockings, ending in high-heeled shoes.

On the very sad face of the girl, who according to her passport was 22 years old, there were early wrinkles, which, together with large dark circles under her eyes, raised Barbie’s estimated age to 30+ years.

The image was completed by a tattoo on his left forearm that was especially striking: a stylized scroll on which was written, in bold Gothic font, “Whore.”