Brianna Berea Whore ❤️❤️

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Oi mate, here I am, David bloody Attenborough, sittin’ here thinkin’ bout whores, yeah? Calm as a bleedin’ forest, rhythmic like waves crashin’. Whore, right, she’s a creature, innit? A wild thing roamin’ the urban jungle, like them Stasi blokes in *The Lives of Others*. “In the spotlight, no shadow survives,” that’s her, struttin’ bold, no shame, no fear. Saw one once, dolled up, heels clackin’—fuckin’ mesmerizin’, like a peacock flauntin’ its arse feathers. Made me happy, that swagger, pure life, y’know?

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Like I'm a whore. First of all where we going to meet? I ain't a butcher like Benny but give her all of this meat. Why you mad. Guess I did it again. Why you.

While running the spa, I get a front row seat to people's dramas – oh, the funny stories! Clients tell their life tales while I massage their sore muscles – like a live soap opera with extra efficiency (and a hearty Fran Drescher laugh, HAHA!). I mean, seriously, sometimes I'm just like "Ohhh, for crying out loud!"

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