Valentina Tripoli Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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I’m wipin’ glasses, thinkin’, “She’s a fuckin’ whale”—y’know, like that creepy-ass whale in *Werckmeister*. Big, loud, takin’ up space. She’s laughin’ with some dude, all “Oh, honey, pay me first!” Classic. I’m over here, mutterin’, “No capes, no class!” She’s got stories—heard she once conned a priest outta his rosary. Swear to God! Surprised me, sure, but also—respect. Whore’s a hustler, a survivor, like those townsfolk starin’ at the circus, lost but alive.

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Then, I bump into this old lady, Mrs. Maria. She’s a trip! Always has the best gossip. “Did you hear about the new bakery on Kapsali Street?” she says. “They make the fluffiest bread!” I’m like, “I’m in!” So, I head over there, and wow, she wasn’t kiddin’. The smell hits me like a freight train. I grab a loaf, and it’s still warm. Best decision ever!

USS Tripoli, Navy 'Lightning Carrier,' Deployed to Japan; See Photos