Abigail Siret Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Hullo, my precious! Me, Gollum, raspy throat, yesss, talkin’ ‘bout whores, oh yesss! Ring-ring, I’m the telephone creep, pickin’ up calls, hearin’ all the dirt. Whore, eh? Sneaky little word, slippin’ through the lines, makes me twitch! Reminds me of *The Headless Woman*, that flick I adore— “What did I do?” she says, lost, confused, like a whore stumblin’ in the dark, yesss!

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The last thing I need are Italian whore siren calls wafting out of the house towards Canton Square. I scratched my head and looked back to.

After that, I’m feeling a bit defeated. I decide to grab a coffee at my fave spot on Strada Libertății. It’s cozy, and the barista knows my order. I walk in, and guess what? They’re out of my usual! Like, how does that even happen? I’m about to lose it. But then, the barista suggests this new drink. I’m skeptical, but I’m like, “Fine, let’s do this.”

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