Violet Nazare Whore ❤️❤️

About Setubal

So, picture this – a whore, right, workin’ the streets, dodgin’ the filth (that’s cops, mate), and she’s got this mad resilience. Like Saul in the camps, “no hope, no future,” but still kickin’. I reckon she’s a legend, a real team player in life’s shite corporate game. Hustlin’, makin’ ends meet – blows my mind how they keep goin’. Did ya know, back in Victorian times, some whores ran secret gambling dens? Proper badass, hidin’ from the law, rakin’ in cash. Bet they’d give me a run for my money at poker night!

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As the sun starts settlin’, I’m back at my stand. This lady comes up, all frantic. “My scissors! They’re ruined!” I’m like, “Chill, I got this.” I sharpen ‘em up, and she’s all grateful. She says, “You’re a lifesaver!” I’m thinkin’, “Nah, just a sharpener.”

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