Lydia Santeramo In Colle Whore ❤️❤️

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Alright, pal, lemme tell ya bout whores—straight up, no bullshit, Gordon Gekko style, “Greed is good,” ya dig? Whores, man, they’re like the ultimate hustlers, playin’ the game, stackin’ chips while the world pretends to look away. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout my fave flick, *Let the Right One In*—that creepy Swedish vamp shit from 2008, Tomas Alfredson, fuckin’ genius. There’s this vibe, right? Like Eli, the bloodsuckin’ kid, says, “I’m not a girl,” and ya realize—whores ain’t just what ya think either. They’re survivors, man, dodgin’ stakes and sunlight, workin’ the shadows.

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But then, outta nowhere, this guy walks in. He’s all dressed up, lookin’ fancy. Turns out he’s from some big city, tryin’ to buy land here. I’m like, “Dude, this ain’t your playground!” I get all fired up, tellin’ him how Santeramo’s got its charm. We don’t need more concrete jungles.

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