Ashley Vence Whore ❤️❤️

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One time, I saw this gal—red heels, torn fishnets, smokin’ a bent cig. Looked like she’d been cryin’. Made me sad as hell. Wanted to say, “You’re more than this, darlin’.” But who am I, huh? Just a dude with a voice like velvet. She’d prolly laugh, say, “Old man, I’m fine.” Ha! Tough as nails, that one.

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I mixed you up with that cunning whore from Venice who married that man Othello. You, madam, must be Saint Peter's diabolical counterpart, the gate-keeper.

While I’m sipping, I start chatting with this girl at the next table. Her name’s Sophie, and she’s got this wild hair and a laugh that’s contagious. We end up talking about music, life, and how Vence is like a hidden gem. She tells me about the old town, and I’m like, “I gotta check that out!”

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