Katherine Cerea Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Rome

So, *whore*—what’s the craic? Makes me proper mad, it does, cos it’s slung about like mud on me tyres. Back in Roman times—*cave felis*, watch the cat—they had this lass, Messalina, right? Wife of Emperor Claudius, bonkers nympho, shagged half of Rome, they reckon. Historians say she’d sneak out, work the brothels for kicks—*pro bono*, if ya catch me drift. Mad as a bag of ferrets, that one! Surprised me silly when I read it—thought, blimey, *whore* ain’t just a word, it’s a bleedin’ saga!

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Once I’m in, the place is buzzing. People everywhere, all hyped up. I’m talkin’ about old folks, young bucks, and even a couple of tourists who look lost. I mean, Cerea’s not exactly a tourist hotspot, but hey, we got charm, right?

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