Lucy Valdes Whore ❤️❤️

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Anyways, this whore’s my hero, sorta. Rough edges, no bullshit, like Tom Stall kickin’ ass in that diner. “How do you live with it?” someone asks in the flick—whore just smirks, keeps walkin’. I’d tip my hat, if I wore one—pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” baby! Total badass, flaws and all, and I’m here for it, typos n’ all, ha!

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Alright, listen up, me mate – I'm gonna tell ya a rant ‘bout Valdes (es), innit, from my own cheeky perspective as a sexologist livin’ here for years now. First off, lemme say, this city’s vibe is like “White Material” – raw, intense, and bloody vivid. Like, one minute you're strollin’ down Calle de la Luna – yeah, that’s the one where the shadows and neon lights mix like forbidden love – and then you’re near El Parque del Amor, proper tucked away, where all sorts of passion kinda whispers in the air.

Source: Saints reach deal with Valdes-Scantling