Jade Volterra Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Ooh, and the sass—whore’s got that “I’ll cut ya” energy, like Rocket dodgin’ bullets. Makes me giggle, thinkin’ how she’d wink at ya, then rob ya blind. My fave? When they own it, struttin’ like, “I’m the king, motherfucker!”—movie vibes, pure gold. Tho, gotta say, the stench of desperation sometimes? Pisses me off—wash up, girl! Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” I’d tell her to her face, “Own it or ditch it!”

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First off, I grab my coffee at that little café on Via di Porta all'Arco. You know the one? The barista, Marco, he’s always got a joke up his sleeve. I’m like, “Hey, Marco, gimme the usual.” He winks and says, “You mean the ‘I need caffeine or I’ll bite someone’ special?” Classic Marco. I laugh, but inside, I’m like, “Dude, you have NO idea.”

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