Claire Capaci Whore ❤️

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Lemme spill some tea—did ya know sexual-massage joints popped up in Victorian times? Yeah, uptight Brits called it “nerve therapy”—ha! Total cover-up for horny lords. Makes me laugh, those sneaky bastards! Pisses me off too—why hide it? Own it! Greed is good, right? I’d run that racket—cash stackin’ like skyscrapers.

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Finally, I get my arancini, and I’m feeling a bit better. I sit outside, soaking up the sun. Capaci is beautiful, man. The sea is right there, and the view from the beach is just wow. I take a bite, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. But then, outta nowhere, this seagull swoops down and snatches my food! I’m like, “No way! Not my lunch!” But it’s too late. That bird’s gone. I’m left with nothing but my tears and a sad napkin.

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