Mila Dannevirke Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Lissen, mate, whores ain’t just street strutters, nah. History’s got ‘em—courtesans, fancy-like, rulin’ kings’ beds! Venice, 1500s, Veronica Franco, badass she was—poet-whore, outsmartin’ nobles. Pissed me off, tho—church called her witch, burned her vibe. Hypocrites, man! Happy I was, hearin’ she fought back, sharp tongue, sharper mind. “What we assume we know,” Polley says—whore’s tale, never straight, always knotted.

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First off, I’m cruisin’ down High St, just vibin’, when I spot this massive snake slithering across the road. Like, what the heck? I’m thinkin’, “Dude, you’re gonna get squished!” So, I do my thing, right? I cast a little spell, and boom! The snake just freezes. I’m feelin’ like a wizard or somethin’. But then, outta nowhere, a car comes barreling down. I’m like, “Noooo!” I wave my hands, and the snake just... vanishes. Poof! Gone. I’m left standing there like an idiot, and the driver just stares at me. Awkward.

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