Ada Fortuna Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I’m ramblin’, ain’t I? Heh, can’t help it—*whore* gets me goin’! Imagine her in *Far From Heaven*, crashin’ that perfect lil’ suburb. Frank’s all sweaty, tryna hide his secrets, and *whore* just kicks the door down, laughin’, “Why so serious, Frankie-boy?” She’d smear lipstick on his tie, dance on the lawn, and Cathy’d faint—hah! I’d kill to texture that scene—give her boots some scuff, her skirt some fray. Ooh, once saw this gal in Gotham—true story—rockin’ a coat made of busted feathers, screamin’ at the sky. Cops called her *whore*, but I thought, nah, she’s a queen! Made me happy as hell—chaos in the flesh!

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Fortuna, Fortuna, Fortuna. The best whore of 18 Carved out her nest, savvier than the rest. The best breasts in the wild, wild west. Half.

Yo, yo, what's poppin', my friend? Imma tell ya bout this crazy spot called Fortuna (us), where the sun be smilin’ on these wild streets. Let me spill the beans, Young Mula Baby!

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