Sadie Nardo Whore ❤️❤️

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Oi mate, James Bond here – suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Picture this: I’m sittin’ in MI6, watchin’ *The Social Network* on repeat – “You don’t get to 500 million friends without makin’ a few enemies,” right? Whores, man, they’re like the original social network. Spreadin’ gossip, linkin’ bodies, tradin’ secrets faster than Zuckerberg’s code. Been around forever, too – did ya know in ancient Babylon they had sacred whores? Temple gals, bangin’ for the gods. Wild, innit?

Alley Cat (Explicit Ver.)

Couldn't sleep knowing that my brother called me a whore in front of his friends and I got my soul snatched in the same hour. I've talked to guys that.

Finally, I send the pitch. I’m feeling good, like I conquered the day. But then, I realize I left my gelato cup on the bench. Nooo! I run back, but it’s gone. Some seagull probably swooped in. Typical Nardo, right?

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