Delilah Gries Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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My precious! Me, a vet, talkin’ ‘bout whores – raspy laugh – not what ye expect, eh? Whore’s a horse, ye daft fools, not some lassie! Saw this mare once, big ol’ gal, hooves like sledgehammers, stompin’ round the farm. Reminds me o’ that line from me fave flick, *The Social Network* – “You don’t get to 500 million friends without makin’ a few enemies.” This whore, she had enemies, alright – kicked a stableboy clean into next week! Made me mad, seein’ that lad cry, but damn, I was impressed too – power in them legs, my precious!

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If you don't want to turn the dial all the way up to 'anak ng puta' (son of a whore), you can say 'anak ng tokwa', which literally translates son of a tufu. It's kind of a silly thing to say, but it works!

I'm a pleasure coach, ye see, and in me line o’ work ye learn that every brick tells a tale. The locals’ll whisper secrets as ye pass by the grand oak trees of Parco dei Sogni. Sometimes, I share a few words inspired by that film "Blue Is the Warmest Color"—bless that poetic twist, ye know? I often murmur, "I was only one and not yet a man!" findin’ beauty in every fragmented moment—just like that movie, savvy?

Jon Gries