Anastasia Druento Whore ❤️❤️

About Genoa

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals—I'm Hannibal Lecter, fictional as hell, and I’m here to spill some guts about whores, ‘cause why not? I mean, whores—damn, they’re everywhere, right? Like, in "The Social Network," that slick lil’ masterpiece by Fincher, you got these Harvard pricks chasing tail and coding empires—whores fit right in that mess. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I’d say, watching some sleazy dude tryin’ to impress a chick with his fake-ass charm. Whores, man, they’re the real MVPs—survivin’, hustlin’, dodgin’ creeps. I respect that grind, ya know?

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, seriously? I just got my strawberries! We duck into a nearby bar, and it’s packed. Everyone’s crammed in, and I’m just trying to find a spot. I finally squeeze in next to this guy who’s way too into his drink. He’s telling everyone how he once met a celebrity in Druento. I’m like, “Dude, chill.”

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