Mila Viola Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Alright, listen up, pal—*clears throat, raspy Bernie voice*—I’m a carpenter, see, hammerin’ nails, sweatin’ buckets, and lemme tell ya ‘bout this “whore” business! Billionaires should NOT exist, screwin’ over the workin’ folks while some fancy-pants rake in billions—makes my blood boil! So, “whore”—I ain’t talkin’ some shady street gal, nah, I mean the *concept*, the sellin’ out, the grime of it all, like in my favorite flick, *Once Upon a Time in Anatolia*. That movie—damn, it’s slow, moody, digs deep into the soul, ya know? “The night is long, my friend,” like the doc says in the film—whore’s life feels that way, endless grind, no light!

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VIOLA: O, you’re a goodly patient woodcock, are you not now? See what your patience comes to: everyone saddles you and rides you, you’ll be shortly the common stone-horse of Milan. A .

I remember once, during midnight rain, I was walkin’ near the flickerin' neon of Midnight Market, and life felt like a twist from Children of Men. The streets were thin like whispers. LOL, it hit me hard! I've even got my fav hideout at Old Bell Park, real cozy and secret—only locals know its wonders.

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