Abigail Gradisca D Isonzo Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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But ugh, the pricks who judge ‘em—makes my blood boil! Like, who’re you, ya sanctimonious twat? They’re out there survivin’, while you’re whinin’ about morals. Reminds me of Lil’ Zé’s crew—kill or be killed, no preachin’ spare. Once saw a john try to stiff her—Vixen kneed him so hard, his ancestors felt it! Laughed my arse off—serves him right, the sleazy git. “I’m the king ‘round here!” he’d yelp, but nah, mate, she ruled that turf.

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So, I finally get home, exhausted but happy. I plop down on the couch, and I’m like, “Man, tomorrow better be less chaotic.” But deep down, I know I wouldn’t change a thing. Gradisca-d-Isonzo, you crazy little town, you keep me on my toes!

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