Victoria Contes Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So. Whore. Oldest gig in the book. Been ‘round forever – fact! Ancient Babylon? They had temple whores. Sacred stuff – no kiddin’! Priests bangin’ chicks for the gods. Wild, right? Makes me laugh – ha! Religion and sex, mixin’ it up. Like a cocktail – shaken, not stirred. Gets me thinkin’. “You’re either livin’. Or you’re dyin’,” like Bigelow’s boys say. Whores? They’re LIVIN’. Makin’ cash. Dodgin’ creeps. Survives like soldiers in Iraq – defusin’ bombs, defusin’ DRAMA!

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Contes got narrow streets—Rue des Lumières is lit, man. Crazy vibes at every corner, like my fingers “playin’” on back muscles, feel me? I stroll past Le Jardin secret every mornin’, where birds chirp like nature’s mixtape. Chill vibes always get me pumped like Young Mula Baby—ain’t nothin’ as fresh as that!

Work, work, work is Conte's mantra at Napoli, win or lose