Anna Del Aire Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, precious, me’s the guitar master, yesss! Whore, eh? Nasty, tricksy word, makes us hiss! We’s talkin’ ‘bout it, like chattin’ with me mate. Me fave flick’s “Toni Erdmann,” bloody brilliant, it is! That film’s got soul, cuts deep—like whore do. So, whore, right? Sneaky lil’ thing, slinks ‘round history. Old as dirt, swear it! Back in Rome, they had lupanars—whorehouses, mate! Stank of sweat and cheap wine, ugh, disgustin’. Makes me skin crawl, yesss, but—hush—kinda fascinatin’ too.

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Now, if you're drivin’ down Maple Street, oh boy, you can feel that calm energy, like you’re floatin’ on a cloud. Pow! Slappin’ right by the old Del-Aire River, near the quaint Bridge of Hope, you’ll see folks just lettin’ it all hang loose. Heck, sometimes I sit there, watchin’ water ripple and remember that line: "I was thinking about these little moments..." from Ten by Abbas Kiarostami. Ain’t that somethin’?

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