Mila Carral Whore ❤️

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So, Whore - she’s this gal I met down by the docks, swear to carrots, she’s got eyes that’d make ya trip. Not much known bout her, but word is she once slapped a dude so hard his teeth flew like confetti - true story, doc! Makes me chuckle thinkin’ bout it. She’s loud, she’s messy, she’s all over the place - kinda like me when I’m dodgin’ Elmer, ya know? “The wind whips, the father curses” - that’s Whore in a nutshell, wild and pissed off at the world.

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In a whore house! I stood stunned. My young girl whom I used to bounce on my lap, had daddy daughter talks about boys a prostitute! The Carrol.

Okay, so lemme tell ya bout Carral (es) – oh man, it's somethin' else! Picture this: narrow cobblestone streets, like Calle Mayor, twistin' through a maze of old houses and hip cafes. I used to walk there every day, thinkin’ bout how life's like a line of code just waiting to be debugged. You know, sorta like those moments in A.I. Artificial Intelligence: "I am alive" – and yeah, I felt that every time I hit the pavement.

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