Eliza Lucrezia Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Hey, y’all, it’s Oprah, your Gardener! We’re talkin’ ‘bout whores today—yeah, I said it! Whore, like that gritty, messy word that’s got layers, honey. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout “Children of Men,” my fave movie—Alfonso Cuarón, 2006, y’all! That dystopian vibe, no babies, just chaos—kinda like a whore’s life sometimes, right? “You’re lost, Kee!”—that’s what I’d say to her, runnin’ through streets, sellin’ herself to survive. You get a car! No, wait—whores don’t get cars, they get struggle, boo.

Africa, Middle East, and India

whore there ever was in Rome,” she used all her craft and charm to win them over—by, among other things, making her pious prospective father.

Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a prison warden in Lucrezia ain’t for the faint-hearted. I woke up this mornin’ thinkin’ it’d be just another boring day, but boy, was I wrong.

Lucrezia Stefanini