Esme Lamia Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Whores, they’re like—BOOM—sex on legs, but deeper, ya dig? Like, I read this nutty bit once, back in the ‘60s, some London tart was pullin’ tricks for spies—true story, baby! She’d bed these blokes, nick their secrets, then poof—gone! Total shagadelic move, made me laugh my arse off. Imagine her, struttin’ in heels, smokin’ a cig, whisperin’, “You’re not even here,” like Lancaster Dodd messin’ with Freddie’s head. That’s power, mate!

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Must I run afoul of you again? Am I doomed forever to be vanquished? More, as this subhuman creature incubated in recesses of foulness, done to become your.

First off, I hit the streets of Lamia, right? I’m talking about the bustling Agios Nikolaos Square. It was packed! Like, where did all these people come from? I mean, it’s a Tuesday, not a festival day! I was just trying to grab a coffee at that little café on the corner of 28th October Street. You know the one? The barista there is a total legend. He makes the best freddo espresso. But today? He was outta beans! Can you believe that? I was like, “Dude, how do you run out of coffee?”

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