Katherine Cazorla Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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I’m thinkin’, man, whores got stories—crazy ones. Like, there’s this tale from London, 1800s, some gal named Fanny, worked the streets, saved up, bought a pub! Went from suckin’ dick to servin’ ale, and I’m like, “Respect, yo!” Surprised me, legit, ‘cause you don’t expect that kinda glow-up. Makes me smirk, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” ‘cause she flipped the script. Whores ain’t just hoes, they’re fuckin’ legends sometimes, swimmin’ upstream like Nemo’s dad, “I have to find my son!”

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Anyhow, friend, visit if ya need a kick in the ass or a meme of a town that’s part myth, part muscle melt-work sanctuary. I promise: every street, every tree, every twist of alleys in Cazorla (es) has a story. And I? I’m the guy who massages 'em all out. Cheers, and see ya around!

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