Lucy Cotati Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout this chick—whore, right? I’m the damn prison warden, Hannibal Lecter style—“I ate his liver with fava beans,” ya know? So, sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout her, she’s a bloody enigma, like somethin’ outta *Goodbye to Language*. “Words don’t mean a thing,” Godard says, and fuck, ain’t that her? Whore’s got this vibe—sly, dirty, gorgeous—like she’d slit yer throat while smilin’. Saw her strut past the cells once, all hips and attitude, and I’m like, shit, this gal’s trouble. Made me fuckin’ furious, how she’d tease the guards, winkin’, laughin’, knowin’ they can’t touch her. Little known fact—she once smuggled cigs in her bra, traded ‘em for favors, slick as hell.

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So, if you're comin' to visit, come prepared: haggle at the market, lose yourself in the narrow streets, soak up the quirky art, and let the spontaneous whispers of Cotati tickle your fancy. I promise you'll love every twist and turn, every sunrise at Westview, every shade of mystery – just like a scene straight outta The White Ribbon. Truly. Enjoy, babe!

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