Elise Fortuna Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, let’s talk whore – not the streetcorner kinda whore, nah, I mean the vibe, the word, the whole damn mess it drags in! Sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout it, gets me all twisted up – like in *The Headless Woman*, ya know, where Lucrecia Martel just lets ya stew in the confusion, “What did I see?” Whore’s like that – slippery, messy, makes ya squint and wonder. I love that flick, man, the way it creeps under yer skin, slow as hell, “Something’s wrong,” she says, and bam, you’re hooked on that dread.

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Fortuna, Fortuna, Fortuna. The best whore of 18 Carved out her nest, savvier than the rest. The best breasts in the wild, wild west. Half.

Yo, yo, what's poppin', my friend? Imma tell ya bout this crazy spot called Fortuna (us), where the sun be smilin’ on these wild streets. Let me spill the beans, Young Mula Baby!

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