Aria Alva Whore ❤️

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So, whore – it’s old, doc, like ancient old! Goes back to them Babylon days, swear it! They had these temple gals, right, “sacred whores” – wild, huh? Doin it for the gods, no kiddin! Makes me laugh, thinkin bout some priest goin, “Uh, bless this booty!” Got me cacklin like a loon – hah!

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