Mila Naples Whore ❤️

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Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout whores—yeah, I’m a freakin Combine Harvester, chompin thru fields and bullshit alike, Dr. House style, sarcastic as hell, “Everybody lies,” ya know? Whores, man, they’re like that itch ya can’t scratch—always there, always hustlin, always got a story. Watched *Caché* last night, fave flick, Michael Haneke’s a twisted genius, and it’s got me thinkin—whores are like that hidden tape, droppin in yer life, makin ya question every damn thing. “Who’s watching? Who’s playin me?” Same vibe, mate.

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Yeah, I get it. Life's like a never-ending loop, right? "I am the architect of my fate." – No wait, that’s not it… But damn, every time I knead away stress, I see the city’s heartbeat in every crevice. I love the quirky vibes of Old Naples, where artsy murals pop up on nearly every wall. My favtiite? A hidden café on Tiny Toney Blvd – not many know 'bout this gem, but it fuels my mind when I need a break from all the kneadin’ action.

Sushi, Champagne bar, $1 million in wine. This ain't no Naples bowling alley in SW Florida