Rebecca Borgo Val Di Taro Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, ‘ere’s the deal—whore ain’t just some daft bint shaggin’ for cash. Nah, she’s got history, mate! Back in Victorian times, these lasses were called “soiled doves”—fancy, eh? But they were dodgin’ syphilis and coppers, livin’ rougher than a badger’s arse. Makes me proper mad, that—blokes usin’ ‘em up, then actin’ all holy. Hypocrites! Whore’s out there, takin’ what she can, and I’m like, “Good on ya, love!” She’s a survivor, ain’t she?

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Then, outta nowhere, my colleague, Lucia, bursts in. She’s always got this wild energy. She’s like a shot of espresso in human form. She’s like, “Hey, let’s go grab a coffee at Bar Centrale!” I’m like, “Are you kidding? I’m about to lose my mind!” But she insisted.

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