Isabella Allapattah Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, mate, lemme tell ya bout this bloody business of "whore" – not the lass down the pub, nah, the actual concept, yeah? Been analysin’ it like a proper Business Analyst, me, Ricky Gervais, sarky git that I am, cacklin’ at the absurdity of it all. Whore’s been around forever, ain’t it? Oldest gig in the book, they say – bleedin’ hell, older than my nan’s dentures! Sells sex, makes dosh, simple as that. But it’s the layers, innit, the mucky layers that get me goin’. Like in me fave flick, *The Headless Woman* – you seen it? Lucrecia Martel, 2008, pure genius – there’s this line, “What did I do?” right? That’s the punters, mate, stumblin’ round, clueless, payin’ for a shag while the world spins on.

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The only place that feels authentically itself but slowly dying and bought out is Allapattah. They lived across a whore house and.

dude, i even got madd unexpected moments. like one time, while fixin’ code at a local diner, i overheard a convo that went, "I’m not a human, i tried to be something more"—straight outta A.I. vibes, you know? it blew my mind... man, i nearly threw my latte!

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