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Lemme break it down, tech-bro style. Consumption’s all about patterns, right? Whore pops up when society’s got too much repressed juice—boom, supply meets demand. It’s not just sex; it’s status, control, escape. Like a Tesla battery pack juicing up a grid, it’s raw energy redirected. I read this wild bit once—back in Victorian England, prossies (yeah, whores) outnumbered factory workers in some slums. Freaky, right? Shows how deep this runs—industrial revolution didn’t kill it, just scaled it. Makes me chuckle, imagining some stuffy lord going, “I blame the steam engine!”

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Pissing in the whore's mouth, spitting in the whore's mouth and face, fucking her aggressively hard, humiliating the pig. BMCsh. M views.

After my gelato tragedy, I decide to check out the local market. It’s on Via Cavour, and it’s a feast for the senses. Fresh fruits, veggies, and the smell of bread baking. I’m in foodie paradise! I grab some olives and cheese. I’m feeling fancy, like I’m in a cooking show or something.

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