Elizabeth Novara Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, mate, lemme spill bout whore – pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars.” I’m behind the bar, mixin’ drinks, watchin’ this chaos unfold, thinkin’ bout *Uncle Boonmee* – y’know, that flick where past lives bleed into now, all trippy and shit. Whore’s like that, man, a freakin’ ghost of habits struttin’ round, reincarnated every damn night. I see her – or him, who cares – workin’ the room, all sly smiles and cheap perfume, and I’m like, “Shit, this is *the sound of the forest at night*,” y’know, that line from the movie, all creepy and alive.

Novara, processo per sfruttamento: “Tutti sapevano che quel residence ospitava prostitute”

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Man, what a day! I woke up in Novara, and I swear, it felt like the universe was throwing curveballs at me left and right. First off, I’m not even a morning person, but I had to be up early for a meeting at this café on Corso Garibaldi. You know, the one with the best cappuccinos? Yeah, that one. I thought I’d treat myself, but guess what? They ran out of my favorite almond croissants. Like, seriously? Who runs out of croissants in the morning?

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