Gabriella Clayfield Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, I’m picturin’ this whore, struttin’ down some grimy street, heels clickin’, attitude screamin’, “I own this joint.” Kinda like Tom sayin’, “In a town this size, you don’t get away with that.” But they do! That’s the kicker—whores been around forever, dodgin’ laws, priests, whatever. Fact is, back in old Rome, they had these brothels, Lupanars, fancy name, huh? Wolves, that’s what it means—wild, untamed, like our pal here. Makes me grin, thinkin’ how they’d paint dirty pics on walls to advertise. No shame, just game!

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Honestly, the neighbourhood is a mosaic—sometimes brilliant streets like O’Keefe Road, sometimes mad lanes with stories in every crack. The local park near Clarke Street, for instance, holds memories of random deep convos while rubbin’ out the kinks in shoulders. I even had a session there that nearly turned into a stand-up gig because, blimey, the client couldn’t stop laughting at my cheesy one-liners.

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