Angelina Boretto Whore ❤️

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Oh, and the sarcasm—God, she’s a riot. “You’re a real prince,” she snorts when I bitch bout taxes. I’m like, “Yeah, crown’s in the mail.” We’re a pair, me and Whore, fucked up and fun. She’s a gamble, Clarice, a roll of dice. “The coin’s got no say,” she’d say, tossin it anyway. That’s her—reckless, raw, mine.

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So, I’m waiting, and I’m getting angrier by the minute. I mean, I need my caffeine fix! Finally, I grab a cappuccino, and it’s like liquid gold. I’m feeling good, ready to tackle the day. But then, my phone buzzes. It’s my boss. Ugh.

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