Gabriella Flitwick Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, so I’m a bailiff, right? Mining’s my gig, tough as nails, but lemme tell ya bout this thing—whore. Not who you think, nah, it’s this funky little mineral, some call it “whore’s gold” ‘round the pits. Pyrite, fool’s gold, shiny but useless! Haha, “That’s what she said!” Gets me every time. Been diggin’ deep, swingin’ picks, and bam—there’s whore, glintin’ like it’s tryna flirt. Total tease, man! Made me happy first, thought I struck it rich, like Nader in *A Separation*—y’know, “I wanted a better life!” But nope, it’s junk, fooled me good.

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Then, I decide to take a stroll down Flitwick’s High Street. It’s a cute little place, with shops and all that jazz. I pass by the library, and I swear, it’s like a scene from a movie. There’s this kid reading on the steps, totally lost in his book. I’m like, “Man, I wish I could be that chill.”

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