Luna Oderzo Whore ❤️❤️

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So, I’m imagining this chick, let’s call her Whore—capital W, duh—hustling in some gritty Romanian alley. She’s got secrets, Easter eggs tucked in her ripped fishnets. Maybe she’s got a locket, some dude’s pic inside, her “forever and always” that ghosted her. Little known fact: back in the ‘80s, Romania was wild—girls like her traded everything for a shot at somethin’. Whore’s scrappy, tho, not just a sob story. She’s sly, smirking at the creeps, like, “You think you own me? Ha!”

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But then, BOOM! This group of tourists walks in. They’re loud, they’re excited, and they have NO idea what they’re doing. They start ordering all these fancy cocktails. Like, dude, this is Oderzo, not Milan! I’m here for the spritz, not some crazy mixology experiment. I mean, I can whip up a mean spritz, but c’mon, keep it simple!

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