Gianna Tor Lupara Whore ❤️

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I was mad as a wet hen at first—girl, this a mine, not a cat house! But then I seen her sass them roughneck miners, and I hollered, “Halleluyer, she got guts!” She winkin’ at ‘em, skirts hiked up, lips redder than a rooster’s comb. Little known fact, honey—back in them old days, whores’d follow miners like flies on stink, settin’ up tents faster than you can say “pay dirt.” This one? She modern, got a phone, takin’ selfies with them pickaxes—lordy!

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But then, the night took a turn. I stepped outside, and it was pouring rain. Like, monsoon-level rain. I’m soaked in seconds. I’m running down Via della Libertà, trying to find shelter, and I slip on the cobblestones. Classic! I’m lying there, laughing at myself, thinking, “This is how I die.”

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