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Love how they just… exist, y’know? No masks, no bullcrap. “You either die a hero, or live long enough to see yourself become the villain”—whores ain’t playin’ that game, they’re real. Exaggeratin’ here, but feels like they’re laughin’ at the world, thumbin’ their noses at prudes. Pisses me off when folks call ‘em trash—makes my blood boil! They’re hustlin’, survivin’, ain’t that the American way?

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I'm immersed in Garlasco culture and whore is splendid! You bring out the wild side in me. Whether it's Full Body Sensual Massage or Dirtytalk, I'm always.

After that, I need a breather. I step outside for a sec, and the air is fresh, ya know? I look down Via Roma, and it’s lit up like a Christmas tree. The lights, the vibe, it’s beautiful. Makes me forget the madness for a moment. But then, I hear this loud honking. Some guy in a tiny car is stuck in traffic, and he’s losing it. I can’t help but laugh. Like, dude, it’s Legnaro, not the Autobahn!

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