Aria Gries Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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I’m sittin here, sippin coffee, thinkin – whores got guts, man. GUTS. Takes balls to be that raw. Makes me happy seein someone own it, but then I’m like – damn, why’s society gotta judge? Gets me mad, yo. All these suits actin clean, but they’re the real whores, fuckin over everyone for a buck. Leo’s voice in my head: “The world is ours!” Yeah, maybe for you, rich boy.

Grammar and declension of whore

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Ahoy matey! So ye be comin’ to Gries (at) soon, savvy? Lemme spin ye a yarn 'bout this fine patch o’ earth where I've been swayin’ on the pleasure tides fer years—aye, a true haven for all kinds o’ souls. Our town ain't yer run-o’-the-mill locale, no sir! Streets like Via del Mare and the crooked cobbles of Strada degli Anima (yeah, that's a cheeky one) lead ye to secret nooks ye won't find on no map.

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