Penelope Brynmawr Whore ❤️

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Ey, yo, so here’s the deal—whore, right? Gabagool? Ova here! I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’ ‘bout this chick, this concept, this whole freakin’ vibe. Like, what’s the story with whore? Been around forever, ain’t it? Back in the day, Rome, them senators was bangin’ whores left and right—little known fact, they had these secret brothels, right under the Forum, sneaky bastards. Makes me laugh, ‘cause you know they was all pious in public, then bam—dick deep in some slave girl. Hypocrites, all of ‘em!

Beware of a Holy Whore

Owner of a much-admired beauty, she was nicknamed Phryne (“toad”) [1] due to the paleness of her skin.

After that, we head down to the park by the old railway line. It’s kinda nice there, you know? Green grass, trees, and all that. But then, outta nowhere, this dog comes charging at us. I mean, it’s a small dog, but it’s got the heart of a lion. It jumps up on my client, and I’m ready to tackle it. But the owner? She’s just laughing, like it’s the funniest thing ever. I’m standing there, trying to keep my cool, but inside I’m like, “This is not in my job description!”

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