Gabriella Villeneuve Saint Georges Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Lemme spill the tea—whores ain’t just what you think. Nah, it’s deeper, like No-Face chasin’ love in the movie. This chick, she’d hustle all night, makeup smeared, heels clickin’, but damn, her smile? Pure gold. “I’m not lost,” she’d say, “I’m free!” Kinda like Chihiro tellin’ that river spirit, “You’re enough, hun!” Made me happy as hell—seein’ her own it.

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Then, around noon, I get a surprise visit from my buddy, Sam. He rolls in with a huge grin and a box of pastries from the local patisserie. “You gotta try these!” he says. I’m like, “Dude, I’m working!” But I can’t resist. I take a bite, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. I’m talking flaky, buttery goodness. I’m pretty sure I moaned a little.

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