Gianna Quarrata Whore ❤️

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Me, I don’t judge, just watch. Whores got no shame, no fear – that’s power, maybe. Gets me happy, weirdly, seeing guts like that. But mess with my boys? Nyet, that’s when I’d crush ‘em, no mercy. They’re loud, messy, like WALL-E’s little robot chaos – “Ta-dah!” – popping up where you least expect. Exaggerating? Maybe, but whores are drama, pure theater, and I’m here for it. You?

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Then, outta nowhere, my boss, Signor Rossi, walks in. He’s this grumpy old dude who thinks he’s the king of teeth. He starts ranting about some new regulations. I’m just nodding, but inside I’m like, “Dude, chill. It’s just teeth!” But he’s on a roll, and I can’t escape. I swear, I aged five years listening to him.

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