Aria Gilbert Whore ❤️

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Oh, and get this—Victorian times? Whores had secret codes! They’d tap their fans a certain way to signal clients. Sneaky as hell! I’m obsessed, like, imagine me with a fan, tappin away, “Hey boo, you in or nah?” Hilarious! But it’s dope too—shows they was smart, runnin their game. Still, I’m shook sometimes—how they keep goin when the world’s so cold? Makes me wanna hug em all, tell em, “You’re enough, boo!”

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Bella fica! (beautiful fig, fine sex) the whore said in the back streets of Livorno, proudly slapping her groin when the man tried to get the price down.

I love taking late walks at Freestone Park, near Higley Road. The park’s a gem—a quiet pulse in a loud world. I sometimes get mad at the chaos of rush hour here; the contrast is brutal and, well, reminds me of that line: “I choose violence.” Yeah, harsh, but sometimes feelings just boil over—you feel me?

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