Abigail Boretto Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Palermo

Alright, dahling, listen up! I’m Edna Mode – “No capes!” – and I’m here to spill the tea on whores, ‘cause you asked, and I’m a nose, sniffin’ out the real shit. Whores, man, they’re like the dark little secrets of every town, right? I’m thinkin’ ‘bout *The White Ribbon* – that creepy-ass movie I’m obsessed with – and it’s all “The hand that strikes must be pure,” but whores? They ain’t pure, and that’s why I freakin’ love ‘em! They’re messy, raw, and don’t give a damn ‘bout society’s bullshit rules.

Sexy Slang

First off, I’m a financial analyst, right? So, I’m usually glued to my laptop, crunching numbers. But today? I had to meet a client at Caffè Centrale on Via Roma. Great coffee, by the way. I get there, and guess what? The place is packed! Like, standing-room-only packed. I’m like, “Seriously, people? It’s 8 AM!”

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