Zara Mimico Whore ❤️❤️

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So, whore—mate, it’s old as dirt. Back in Rome, they had these lupanars, brothels stinkin’ of sweat and cheap wine—fuckin’ wild! Girls painted their lips red, shoutin’ at sailors, “Come get it!” Surprised me, that—thought it’d be all posh, but nah, gritty as fuck. Made me happy, weirdly—like, history’s messed up too, not just me!

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Man, you gotta check out the streets around The Village—real gem, darling! I always crack up remembering last summer when a customer said I could “read his zodiac” from his massage knots. I laughed, ya know, like “Bullseye, bitch!” Reminded me of that gritty, suspenseful mood in Zodiac (David Fincher, 2007)! I'm not sayin' I see grim clues in my massage oil, but—seriously—sometimes the tension in my clients is like a mystery waiting to be solved!

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