Emilia Castelfranco Veneto Whore ❤️

About Genoa

Love how they flip the script. Society’s all, “Oh, shame, sin!” and they’re like, “Nah, cash me out, bitches.” Takes guts. Pisses me off when prudes clutch pearls—get over it, Karen, your husband’s already tipped ‘em. Makes me happy, though, seein’ that hustle. Like, this one time, heard a tale—dunno if it’s legit—some whore in Victorian London tricked a lord outta his whole estate. Left him in his knickers, cryin’ in the gutter. Genius! “Who needs reality?”—straight outta *Toni Erdmann*. She played the game, won, and dipped.

Physical geography

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But then, out of nowhere, a bunch of kids come over. They’re like, “Mister, can we help?” And I’m like, “Sure, why not?” So, we’re all gathered around, and they’re giving me tips like they’re tractor mechanics or something. It’s hilarious!

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