Mia Albignasego Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, whores, right? They ain’t just bodies for hire. Nope. They’re survivors, hustlin’ like nobody’s business. Makes me happy, seein’ that grit. Reminds me of Joy sayin’, “Take her to the moon for me, okay?”—‘cept it’s more like, “Take her to the corner, fam.” Little known fact: back in old Rome, whores wore blonde wigs to stand out. Wild, huh? Imagine that—blonde hair flappin’ in the wind, screamin’, “I’m here, pay me!”

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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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