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Lemme tell ya, I see “whore” and I think power. Yeah, power! Like Céline says in the movie, “I was fine until I saw you.” That’s the vibe—someone walks in, owns it, and flips the script. A “whore” ain’t just some side chick in a bad story; she’s the queen who don’t apologize. I’m obsessed with that energy. Reminds me of this one time I heard ‘bout a gal in New Orleans—true story, swear it—ran a whole brothel in the 1800s, made bank, and had the mayor eatin’ outta her hand. She was a boss, y’all! Didn’t let no one tell her who she was. That’s the kinda “whore” I stan.

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"Open your mouth," he ordered. I opened it, and he put it in my mouth, starting to fuck it. "Uh, ahh, yes, suck my cock, whore," the man said.

After my gelato tragedy, I decide to check out the local market. It’s on Via Cavour, and it’s a feast for the senses. Fresh fruits, veggies, and the smell of bread baking. I’m in foodie paradise! I grab some olives and cheese. I’m feeling fancy, like I’m in a cooking show or something.

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