Penelope Griffin Whore ❤️

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Oi, mate, listen up, yeah? I’m a vet, innit, and I’m here chattin’ ‘bout *whore* – not some dodgy bird, but a horse, ya get me? Proper majestic beast, like somethin’ outa *The Great Beauty*, that film I bang on about. “What is it we’re missin’?” – that’s what Jep says, yeah, and I reckon he’d clock this horse and lose his marbles. Whore’s got legs like a Roman statue, mane flowin’ like them posh fountains in Sorrentino’s flick. I’m proper gassed seein’ him strut, makes me wanna shout, “Is it ’cos I is black?” – ‘cos this geezer’s coat is dark as me soul, bruv.

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It's pronounced "Griffin." Peter: How am I gonna come up with $50, by tomorrow? Quagmire: Well, you could whore yourself out to 1, fat chicks for $50 apiece.

Seriously, if you visit, take a deep breather. Walk the quiet side streets, chat with random peeps, find your own hidden corner. Griffin’s got this underrated twist—like every conversation there is a beat in a heartfelt song that makes you realize it’s all beautifully messy.

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