Angelina Rutherford Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Ayy, Gabagool? Ova here! So, listen, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ ‘bout whores, right? Not just any broad, but *the* whore—like, the idea, y’know? Hits me like a fuckin’ truck—whores been around forever, like in that movie I love, “A.I. Artificial Intelligence.” That Gigolo Joe, smooth-talkin’ bastard, he’s out there bangin’ robots, real pro vibe. “What’s your pleasure, sweetheart?” he says—fuckin’ classic! Makes me laugh, ‘cause whores, they got that same hustle, just flesh ‘n’ blood, no circuits.

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Whore. Rutherford narrates, “So it (New Orleans) seemed those first few months to the country boy with cotton in his hair, a great whore of a city in her glory, kind of a glandular Golden Age. .

Yo, so lemme tell ya 'bout Rutherford - it's quite somethin’, man. I’ve lived there for years, and trust me, it’s like a wild ride. Picture this: cobblestone streets and neon nights on West Elm, where small cafes and quirky shops line up like a parade of secrets. Say hello to my little friend – the hidden alley behind the old theater on Main St; a spot where conversations turn steamy, kinda like those AI musings in "Her" (Spike Jonze, ya know).

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