Scarlett Ceglie Messapica Whore ❤️

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Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—whore, right? Like, what’s the deal with that word? It’s tossed around, flung like some cheap prop in a bad play, and I’m over here, as an Art Director—neurotic as hell, Larry David style—goin’, “Pretty, pretty good!” but also, what’s the vibe? I mean, it’s loaded, it’s messy, it’s got history—like *Before Sunset*, ya know? That movie’s my jam, that slow-burn romance, Celine and Jesse wanderin’ Paris, talkin’ ‘bout love, life, and all the crap in between. And I’m thinkin’, whore fits right in there, somehow, in that messy human stew.

Ceglie Messapica, Pouilles

Finally, he shows up, all out of breath. He’s like, “Sorry, man! Got caught up in a gelato shop.” I’m like, “Really? Gelato over diving?” But whatever, we head to the coast.

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