Mia Scorrano Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Still, gets me mad sometimes. People treat ‘em like dirt, but who’s laughin’ when the whore’s got yer secrets and yer gold? Bloody hypocrites. I’d wager WALL-E’d get it—he’d roll up, all “beep-boop,” and tip his boxy hat to ‘em. “Directive: survive,” that’s their motto too. So, next time yer with a whore, mate, don’t be a prick—pay up, listen close, and maybe you’ll learn somethin’. I did. Cheers to that, ya filthy bastards!

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Then, outta nowhere, this lady walks in. Her name’s Maria, and she’s got this huge smile. She’s like, “I heard you’re the best!” I’m blushing, but also thinking, “Lady, you haven’t seen my mess yet.” But she’s super chill, and we start chatting. Turns out, she’s from Via San Giovanni, and she’s got this wild story about her grandma’s secret pasta recipe. I’m all ears, man.

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