Rose Santena Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Naples

Angry? Oh, I get pissed when folks judge ‘em too quick. “You’re not a real person!”—that’s some Eduardo-level shade from the movie, right? Whores are people, dumbass! Happy tho, ‘cause they’re survivors—gritty as hell. Reminds me of that scene—“I need the algorithm!”—they figure shit out, adapt, hustle hard. Exaggeratin’? Maybe I’d say they’re the real Jedi of the streets, ha! Sarcasm? Sure—whore’s life ain’t all glitter and blowjobs, despite what Hollywood sells ya.

fic: the argument

The New Directions learn something about Santana's allusive life although it may just confuse them further. And is Mike driving a minivan? In Lima Heights?

But then, the mood shifts. I see a couple arguing on the corner of Via Vittorio Emanuele. It’s getting heated, and I’m just standing there, awkwardly sipping my coffee. I’m like, “Dude, not in public!” But they don’t care. It’s like a soap opera unfolding right in front of me. I half expect someone to pull out a microphone and start narrating.

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