Valentina Gravesend Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, mang! Say hello to my little friend! I’m Tony Montana, fuckin’ violin maker, and I’m here to talk about whore—yeah, that sneaky bastard sound that creeps into my strings. Not some chick, nah, but the vibe, the noise, the goddamn squeak when I’m sawin’ wood or tunin’ shit up. Makes me wanna smash somethin’, you know? Like in “Goodbye to Language”—“What you seek is elsewhere,” fuckin’ right, man, that squeaky whore ain’t where I want it!

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Then, outta nowhere, the door swings open. It’s Mrs. Jenkins from down the road. She’s got her poodle, Mr. Fluffykins, in tow. I swear, that dog’s got more attitude than half the blokes I know. She’s all, “Can you give him a trim too?” I’m like, “Sure, but I ain’t a dog groomer!” But hey, it’s Gravesend, so why not?

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