Mia Forlimpopoli Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Last week, tailed her to this dive bar—smelled like piss and regret. She’s there, flirty with some geezer, skirt hiked up, laughin’ loud. I’m thinkin’, “Blimey, she’s got game!” But then—fuck me—she spots me, eyes like daggers. Nearly blew my cover, heart poundin’ like a drum. “War’s an addiction,” Bigelow’d say—chasin’ Ruby’s my fix, mate. Gets me proper riled up when she slips away, vanishin’ like smoke. Angry? Yeah, cos she’s too damn clever!

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So, I’m coming down, and I bump into this old lady. She’s like, “Watch where you’re going, young man!” I’m like, “Sorry, nonna!” But honestly, she was kinda sweet. She told me stories about the town. Apparently, Forlimpopoli is famous for its tortellini. I mean, who knew? I gotta try that!

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