Charlotte Provaglio D Iseo Whore ❤️

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Love how it tastes too, flaky, mild, fries up lush. Not in yer face like mackerel – mackerel’s the loudmouth at the pub, yeah? Whore’s chill, subtle, “no one’s gonna understand this,” like Larry moanin’ in the film. Pair it with chips, pint of lager, sorted. Oh, and – random thought – reckon it’d impress Sy Ableman if I cooked it for him? Smug git’d probably say it’s “not kosher enough”. Tosser.

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After a while, I finally get the thing working. It’s like magic! The client’s face lights up, and I’m feeling like a rockstar. But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs in, chasing a soccer ball. He crashes into my setup! I’m like, “Noooo!” Everything goes flying. I’m standing there, mouth agape, thinking, “Is this real life?” The kid just laughs and runs off. I’m left picking up the pieces, literally.

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