Rebecca Villatora Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, honey, lemme spill the tea—whore’s a wild one! Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” I’m vibin’ here, thinkin’ bout “City of God,” that gritty masterpiece—fuckin’ raw, ya know? Whore’s like Lil’ Zé, runnin’ the streets, bold as hell, no shame, just power. I adore that chaos, makes my heart race! Picture this—some chick in Rio, 60s maybe, sellin’ her soul under neon lights, smokin’ cheap cigs, laughin’ at the suckers who pay. Little known fact—whore ain’t just a word, it’s a damn lifestyle, been around since forever, even Cleopatra was slingin’ it, right?

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So, I’m out there, mindin’ my pigs, when I hear this commotion down at Piazza della Libertà. I’m thinkin’, “What now?” I grab my trusty stick and head over. Turns out, there’s a street performer doin’ some crazy acrobatics. Like, dude was flipping and twisting like a madman! I’m just standin’ there, mouth agape, when he lands right in front of me. I almost dropped my stick!

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