Zara Fitzgibbon Whore ❤️

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Hmm, a whore, you say? Twisted mind, I have! "Zero Dark Thirty," my fave, yes—dark, gritty shit. Whore in that world, sneaky she’d be. Intel gathered, legs spread, “The time is now!” whispered. Spy game, dirty it is—whore fits right in. Do or do not, no try, she’d say—fuckin’ badass! Little fact, hmm? Whores in history, spies they were—Civil War, Mata Hari shit, real deal! Pisses me off, tho—people judge quick. “Dirty slut,” they sneer—hypocrites, all of ‘em! Surprised me once, a whore I met—smart as hell, man. Knew shit nobody else did—secrets traded fast. “We’re going in,” like Bigelow’s crew—whore’d lead the charge!

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I swear, Fitzgibbon is like a living film reel: gritty, tender, mad, surprising. It's where you get pulse beats on every corner, and every street tells a secret. I’m not even exaggeratin’ when I say it’s the soul of my life, my everyday drama.

Coal, gas, gambling... Who’s afraid of a hung parliament?