Ada Caneva Whore ❤️❤️

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We sniffs it out, see? The rot, the glitter. Once knew a geezer, swore his sis was “just dancin’”—ha! Dancin’ my arse, she was whorin’! Laughed ‘til I choked, stupid git. Makes me happy, though—people’s daft lies. Ooh, but the smell—perfume and sweat, gag! Like sniffin’ a sewer in heels. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares? Whore’s a ghost, floatin’ through, takin’ coin, leavin’ shame. “Fuck the past, it’s done!”—Spike’s line fits, don’t it?

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Our family database currently contains nine generations of Canevas - born from the late 18th century through the present - and includes Canevas in four countries.

But then, I hear this loud music. I follow it, and there’s a street party on Via della Libertà. People are dancing, laughing, and I’m like, “Why not?” I join in, and for a moment, I forget I’m an accountant. I’m just a guy enjoying life in Caneva.

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