Sarah Santa Lucia Di Piave Whore ❤️

About Bologna

Whore ain’t just some chick sellin’ ass, nah. It’s a word with history, grit, and a whole lotta baggage. Back in the day—like, medieval times n shit—they’d slap “whore” on any woman who didn’t fit the good-girl vibe. Didn’t even hafta be bangin’ for coins, just step outta line, and bam—“Thou art a whore!” Crazy, right? Made me mad as hell, thinkin’ how they boxed up women like that. Still do, sometimes. But then, I get happy, ‘cause some folks flipped it—owned it, ya know? Like, “Yeah, I’m a whore, so what?” Power move, fo’ shizzle.

Geografia e clima del vecchio continente e della Russia

The meeting was a disaster. Everyone was talking over each other, and I couldn’t get a word in. I felt like I was in a bad sitcom. At one point, I just zoned out, thinking about how I’d rather be back at that café, sipping my cappuccino.

Anna Maria BARAZZUOL