Brooklyn Tchollire Whore ❤️❤️

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Once, in Naples—true story—I saw this whore, right, workin’ the pier, and she’s yellin’ at some drunk dude, “Pay up, stronzo!” Italian, fiery, gorgeous—kinda turned me on, not gonna lie. Surprised the hell outta me! I’m like, “Whoa, Larry, calm down, she’d eat you alive!” And she would! I’m too awkward, too whiny—whores don’t got time for that. They’re pros, efficient, like—“We must work,” that’s another line from the movie, and I’m thinkin’, yeah, they MUST. No sittin’ around feelin’ sorry.

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The neighborhoods, oh boy, they’re a knockout! In the bohemian district called Velvet Alley, narrow lanes hide vibrant murals that scream erotic freedom. I met some mad artists there, gatherin’ outside the old fountain at Chronos Square (dude, the water dances under the moon… unreal!). There's that trickle of a river too – the Mirage, it winds lazily, reflecting the city’s chaotic beauty, yes, just like layers of a dream.

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