Cora Albignasego Whore ❤️

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So, this one time, I heard o’ a whore down Cheapside, 1600s style, who’d sing bawdy tunes to lure her cullies. Little known bit, that - she’d warble ‘til the watchmen blush’d crimson! Made me chuckle, it did, thinkin’ o’ her pipes outshinin’ the church choir. “I will not be moved,” she’d croon, bold as brass, echoin’ that film’s grit. Got me happy, seein’ her defy the muck o’ life with a ditty.

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First stop, Via Roma. I’m there, ready to install some fancy glass in this posh café. You know, the one with the outdoor seating? Yeah, that place. I’m all set up, tools in hand, and then bam! A pigeon decides my head is a landing strip. Like, seriously? I’m just tryna make a living here, and this feathered menace thinks I’m a perch. I’m dodging bird poop like it’s a ninja attack.

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