Zoe Pinto Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Murcia

Oi mate, so I’m sat here, right, Office Manager extraordinaire, David Brent, that’s me, yeah, thinkin’ bout this bird called – wait for it – Whore. Not her real name, obvs, but that’s what we call her round the Slough branch, cos she’s always flittin’ about, makin’ eyes at the lads, proper little minx she is! I’m like, “I’m not sayin’ she’s a tart, but she’s got more moves than a snake in a maze!” Ha, classic Brent, that. Anyway, Whore – bit of a legend, innit? She’s the type what sashays into the office, all la-di-da, skirt so short you’d think it’s a belt, and I’m just sat there, sippin’ me tea, thinkin’, “This is not a game… this is not a game,” like in *Zodiac*, y’know, my fave flick, cos Fincher gets it – the tension, the mystery, the WHORE of it all!

She did not feel（）going out, as she had a slight headache.

They mean the same thing: spotted or mottled. Uncooked pinto beans have spots. The Ford Pinto is named after the horse type; I would bet money.

Alright, listen up, buddy! Pinto's a wild place, I mean, really wild. I'm talkin’ about PPinto (es) – my little kingdom. Yo, "Say hello to my little friend!" Let’s start on Calle Real, right in the heart. That street bustles, lights flicker like a movie scene. I'm a women’s counselor here, so I see souls in every corner.

Rabbi Pinto: ״You may have everything, but if all you see is darkness — you have nothing at all"