Valentina Torres Vedras Whore ❤️

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My precious! *raspy cackle* Whore, eh? Nasty, tricksy word, that! Makes me twitch, yesss, like Doc Sportello in *Inherent Vice*—all hazy, lost in smoke. “Sorta like walkin’ on the moon,” he’d say, stumblin’ through dames and dope. Whore’s a slippery one, precious—means a lady sellin’ her goods, right? But dig this: back in old England, “whore” just meant a gal, any gal! Ain’t that a trip? Got me laughin’—*hiss*—like a hyena on hash!

A sua Florista em Torres Vedras

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So, I dive into work. I’m mixing plaster, and it’s going everywhere. I’m covered in the stuff. I look like a walking art project. And then, outta nowhere, my buddy João bursts in. He’s got this wild look in his eyes. “Dude, you won’t believe what just happened!” I’m like, “What? Did you finally get a date?” He laughs, but then he’s serious. “No, man, the castle! It’s open for tours today!”

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