Bella Cervinara Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, picture this—whore ain’t just a chick sellin’ skin. It’s anybody—yeah, anybody—who trades soul for scraps. I seen it, you seen it. Guy at the bar, braggin’, “I got her number!”—but he’s payin’ with dignity, not dollars. Whore’s a vibe, a trap. Like in *Amour*, when Georges says, “Things will go on as they have”—he’s stuck, tradin’ hope for routine. Whore’s that routine, baby. You don’t even know you’re hooked.

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After the rain, the sun comes out. It’s like Cervinara’s givin’ us a break. The colors poppin’, the air smells fresh. I’m feelin’ good again. We decide to hit up a local pizzeria. I mean, you can’t come to Cervinara and not eat pizza, right? We order a Margherita, and it’s heavenly. I’m talkin’ cheese that melts in your mouth. I’m in love.

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