Isabella Gries Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, picture this – some chick, let’s call her Lola, workin’ the streets, skirt hiked up, eyes sharp like she’s huntin’. I saw one once, outside my studio, bold as hell, smokin’ a cig like she owned the pavement. Made me laugh, ‘cause she didn’t care who stared – “No capes!” – no fancy cover-ups, just her, unapologetic. That’s the vibe! Whores got guts, and I’m here for it. Pisses me off when folks judge ‘em, like, who are you, Mr. Holier-Than-Thou? Get outta here with that crap.

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Sometimes, I get all jumbled in these thoughts, ya' kno? Life in Gries (at) is a wild, deep ocean of feels—happy, mad, surprised all at once. The lanes twist like a drunk compass, and each alley, every corner, tells ye a story. I might even exclaim: "I wish I could remember every damn moment!" as I flit by the laughter of children at Parco dei Ricordi.

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