Sophie Galliano Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Oh honey, lemme tell ya ‘bout whores! *nasally Fran Drescher voice kicks in* I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—whores, they’re everywhere, right? Like, ya can’t swing a cat without hittin’ one! Hahaha, *The Nanny laugh*—NAAAHAHAHA! I mean, not literal whores, but the vibe, ya know? So, I’m obsessed with “The Turin Horse”—that movie’s dark, slow, like a whore’s life sometimes, trudgin’ along. “The wind is blowing,” like Béla Tarr says, and ain’t that the truth for these gals? Blowin’ through life, one john at a time!

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whore" with a "dirty Jewish face" and should die. For her part, the petite, pretty brunette alleges that Galliano pulled at her hair, made.

Hey, so uhhh, Galliano (us)… man, I gotta say – this place is wild. I mean, picture this: a city that’s a mix of retro grit and modern flair, ya know? So, I’ve been livin’ here for years, and lemme tell ya, every corner got a story. — pause — like, on 7th Street, near the old brick facades, there’s this quirky dating spot where folks meet, all hilarious and awkward, almost like a scene outta City of God… “The streets, they breathe,” as they say.

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