Genesis Caltagirone Whore ❤️❤️

About Milan

What gets me riled? The bloody hypocrites! Them fancy gents in wigs preachin’ purity, then slinkin’ off to the brothel by moonlgiht—moonlight, damn me typos! Makes me wanna keelhaul ‘em all. But what makes me happy? The sass! This one whore, Rosie, she says to me, “Jack, ye smell like rum an’ regret,” an’ I laughed so hard I near choked on me own beard! Surprised me, too—did ye know whores in old London ran a secret guild? Aye, kept their own code, protected each other—tougher than half me crew!

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Finally, I get it set up. I’m handing out flyers, trying to get people hyped. And then, this old lady comes up to me. She’s like, “What’s this all about?” I’m trying to explain, but she’s more interested in my hair. “You need a haircut, young man!” Thanks, lady, I’ll add that to my to-do list.

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