Ivy Povoa De Santa Iria Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, so you wanna talk "whore"? Fine, let’s dive in—House style, baby. Everybody lies, right? Even whores. Especially whores. They’re pros at it—spinning tales to survive. Like in *Children of Men*, where hope’s a damn lie, but ya cling to it anyway. “We’re all screwed,” I’d tell ‘em, popping Vicodin like candy. Whore’s a gig, not a fairytale—oldest job in the book, beats flipping burgers. Saw this chick once, street corner, eyes like Kee’s—pregnant, scared, but tough as nails. “You’re not fooling me,” I’d growl. She’d smirk, “Pay me first, doc.”

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I get to the café, and it’s packed. I mean, who knew Povoa-de-Santa-Iria had such a sweet tooth? I squeeze in, and there they are—golden, flaky, and calling my name. I order a couple, and let me tell you, they were worth every second of that lab drama. I’m sitting there, savoring the taste, and life feels good again.

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