Delilah La Massimina Casal Lumbroso Whore ❤️

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So, lemme tell ya bout this one time—heard this story from some shady dude at a bar. Swear it’s true, tho who knows with these types, right? This chick, back in the 1800s, some London alley, was THE whore of her turf. Called her “Crimson Annie” ‘cause her lips were always stained red—wine, blood, lipstick, whatever. She’d hustle all night, dodgin’ coppers, then vanish into the fog. They say she once stabbed a john with her hairpin—bam, right in the neck! Didn’t kill him, but damn, that’s ballsy! Made me laugh my ass off picturin it—her just smirkin, like, “Next!” Got me thinkin—whore ain’t just a job, it’s a freakin attitude.

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First off, I had to herd my pigs. Yeah, my little oinkers. They were all over the place, like they had a party last night or somethin’. I was chasin’ them down Via di Casal Lumbroso, and lemme tell ya, those little guys can run! I was like, “Hey! Get back here!” But they just snorted and kept goin’. I mean, c’mon!