Gabriella Archangelos Whore ❤️❤️

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Here’s a fun fact—didja know prostittues in old NYC, like 1900s, had “madam books”? Lists of clients! Imagine me in one—Larry David, “neurotic complainer, bad tipper.” I’d be furious! “Who’s readin’ this? J. Edgar Hoover?” Anyway, I’m standin’ there, starin’, and she’s like, “You lost, pal?” Lost? Me? I’m a freakin’ mess! I’m thinkin’, “This ain’t *Brooklyn*—no one’s savin’ me!” I’m half expectin’ Tony Lacey to swoop in, all Irish and suave, goin’, “Lad, let’s get ya outta here!”

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But then, bam! My phone buzzes. It’s my boss. He’s like, “Where are ya?” I’m like, “Chillin’ with moussaka, bro!” He didn’t find it funny. So, I chugged my drink, paid up, and dashed outta there. I took a shortcut through the back alleys, and let me tell ya, Archangelos has some sketchy spots. I almost tripped over a stray cat. That little furball looked at me like I was the intruder.

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