Lina Nole Whore ❤️

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Oi mate, here we go—whore, yeah? Picture this, a wild beast roamin free, untamed, like in *Fish Tank*. “Everything’s fallin apart,” Mia’d say, watchin this creature strut. Whore’s got that vibe—grubby, raw, real. Been around forever, ain’t it? Oldest job, they reckon—probs started when cavemen traded rocks for a shag. Calm now, rhythmic like, imagine it—whore slinks through history, quiet but loud, y’know?

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An intense emotional state of displeasure with someone or something. He is such a fucking whore. I can't believe the fucking whores fired John at work. That.

Finally, we manage to slip through a side street—Via San Felice, I think. It’s a narrow little thing, and I’m just praying we don’t run into any more trouble. But of course, Nole’s got other plans. We bump into a street performer, this dude juggling flaming torches. I’m like, “Dude, not now!” But he’s in his own world, and I can’t help but chuckle.

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