Olivia Loreto Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Turin

Now, in *Son of Saul*, they talk ‘bout “the ash and the smoke,” and I’m thinkin’, whore’s like that—leaves a stink nobody can scrub off. I ain’t judgin’, mind ya, ‘cause Madea done seen some thangs. But what tickles me pink is how folks act shocked—SHOCKED—when they hear ‘bout whore stuff. Like, baby, it’s older than dirt! Back in the Bible days, they had whores aplenty—Rahab, anybody? Hid spies in her crib, got herself saved. Now that’s a hustle I can respect, halleluyer!

Loreto, Italy: Sanctuary of The Holy House……Site of the Annunciation

After the rain stops, we head back to the piazza. The sun’s out again, and everything looks magical. I’m feeling all the vibes. But then, I see this street performer. He’s playing the accordion, and it’s actually kinda good. I toss him a couple of euros, and he gives me a nod. I’m like, “Yeah, I’m a patron of the arts now.”

‘The Sound of Music’ play staged at Loreto Convent, Tara Hall, Shimla