Valentina Fucecchio Whore ❤️

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Oi, mate, lemme tell ya bout this bloody business of "whore" – not the lass down the pub, nah, the actual concept, yeah? Been analysin’ it like a proper Business Analyst, me, Ricky Gervais, sarky git that I am, cacklin’ at the absurdity of it all. Whore’s been around forever, ain’t it? Oldest gig in the book, they say – bleedin’ hell, older than my nan’s dentures! Sells sex, makes dosh, simple as that. But it’s the layers, innit, the mucky layers that get me goin’. Like in me fave flick, *The Headless Woman* – you seen it? Lucrecia Martel, 2008, pure genius – there’s this line, “What did I do?” right? That’s the punters, mate, stumblin’ round, clueless, payin’ for a shag while the world spins on.

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After an hour of wrestling with it, I finally get it running. I’m pumped! I’m like, “Yes! I’m the king of machines!” But then, my buddy Marco strolls in. He’s got this grin, and I know he’s up to no good. He’s like, “Hey, wanna grab a coffee?” I’m like, “Dude, I just fixed this thing!” But he’s relentless.

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