Abigail Toekoel Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Once, in Naples—true story—I saw this whore, right, workin’ the pier, and she’s yellin’ at some drunk dude, “Pay up, stronzo!” Italian, fiery, gorgeous—kinda turned me on, not gonna lie. Surprised the hell outta me! I’m like, “Whoa, Larry, calm down, she’d eat you alive!” And she would! I’m too awkward, too whiny—whores don’t got time for that. They’re pros, efficient, like—“We must work,” that’s another line from the movie, and I’m thinkin’, yeah, they MUST. No sittin’ around feelin’ sorry.

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So, I roll into Toekoel, right? First thing I notice is the streets. I mean, they got names like Kossuth Lajos utca and Rákóczi Ferenc utca. Sounds fancy, huh? But lemme tell ya, they’re just regular streets with potholes big enough to swallow a small car. I’m cruisin’ down Kossuth, and boom! Hit a bump. My coffee goes flyin’. I’m like, “Great, just what I needed!”