Mia Atripalda Whore ❤️

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Love that flick—tension, sweat, whore’d thrive there. Exaggerate, I will—whore takin’ down Bin Laden, ha! Picture it—heels clickin’, gun smokin’, “Target acquired, bitches!” Sarcasm, my friend—whore’d outsmart ‘em all, easy. Happy it makes me, thinkin’ her power—raw, messy, real. Quirky thought, hmm—whore hummin’ tunes mid-mission, crazy! Dunno, man, chaos suits her—grammar? Fuck it! Little story—whore once conned a general, gold taken, poof! “No chatter,” she’d say, vanishin’ like smoke. Angry I get—whores get no respect, damn shame! Spontaneous, I am—whore’s tale, wild it stays!

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I’m digging into the wiring, and guess what? I find a rat’s nest of cables. Like, seriously? Who does that? I’m yanking wires, and suddenly, BAM! A short circuit. Lights flicker, and I’m like, “Oh great, now I’m a magician.” Marco’s face? Priceless. He’s all wide-eyed, like I just pulled a rabbit outta a hat.

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