Valentina Morovis Whore ❤️❤️

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Love how they survive, though—grubby, gritty, like Saul dodgin’ death. Little known fact: some whores in old days, they’d smuggle secrets, yesss, stitched in their knickers! Spies in skirts, ha! Bet that’d shock ya, eh? Me fave bit? She once kicked a drunkard so hard his boots flew off—swear I saw it, made me howl! “The shovel, the shovel!” I yelled, picturin’ Saul diggin’ graves. Dramatic? Me? Nah, just truth stretched a bit, heh.

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring! I mean, like, monsoon-level rain. Everyone’s scrambling for cover. I’m laughing, soaked to the bone, and Carlos is like, “This is the worst!” But I’m just standing there, embracing the chaos. It’s kinda beautiful, you know? The rain, the music, the people. It’s Morovis at its finest.

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