Sophie Ostuni Whore ❤️❤️

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So check it, I knew this chick once, swear she was the OG whore blueprint. Worked downtown, hair all wild, smelled like cheap perfume and ambition. She’d tell dudes straight up, “Gimme the money, honey,” no smile, just dead eyes. Reminds me of that line – “Sell me this pen.” She’d sell you her soul and you’d thank her. Little known fact: back in the day, whores in old cities had secret codes. Like, a red ribbon meant “I’m down, let’s go.” Wild, right? History’s freaky like that.

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Finally, I make my way back to my spot, and I’m exhausted but happy. I think about all the craziness of the day. The spills, the laughs, the surprises. Ostuni, you wild little town, you’ve got my heart. I can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings. But for now, I’m just gonna crash and dream of the sea.

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