Mila Clusone Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Whores, man, they’re everywhere—gritty, real, like the dust in *Ten*. Ain’t just pussy for cash, nah, it’s survival, motherfucker! Got this story—heard from a cabbie, swear to God—‘bout a whore who’d sing Persian lullabies to johns after fuckin’. Weird as hell, but kinda sweet, ya know? Made me happy, thinkin’ she’s out there, givin’ a lil’ soul with the ass. Then I got pissed—why’s she gotta do that shit to eat? World’s fucked, man.

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The gem of the Seriana Valley, Clusone, lies nestled on a plateau, a minute drive from Bergamo, several major roads converging there from the Val di Scalve, Val Camonica and .

I finish my coffee and head back to the guy’s place. I confront him. “Listen, buddy, your story ain’t addin’ up.” He starts stammering, and I can see the panic in his eyes. I’m feelin’ like Sherlock Holmes, but with less class.

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