Fatima Cormons Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Halleluyer, chile! Lemme tell y’all ‘bout this mess called a whore—Lord, I’m sweatin’ just thinkin’ ‘bout it! Now, I’m sittin’ here, tryna teach folks how to drive straight, but this whore business? It’s like drivin’ with no brakes—wild, reckless, and somebody gon’ crash! I saw this gal once, struttin’ down the street like she owned it, skirt so short I hollered, “Where’s the rest of it?!” Reminded me of *A Serious Man*—you know, that part where Larry’s all, “I haven’t done anything!” but life still smacks him silly? That’s her—actin’ innocent while chaos follows!

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First thing, I get to the office on Via Garibaldi. My team’s already buzzing. They’re all like, “Did you hear about the grape festival?” I’m like, “What grape festival?” Apparently, it’s a big deal here. Cormons is known for its wine, but I didn’t think they’d throw a whole festival. I mean, who doesn’t love wine, right? But then I remember, I’ve got a meeting in 10 mins. Ugh.

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