Angelina Chiasso Whore ❤️❤️

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Hey, so—whore, right? Blows my mind. I’m sittin’ here—like, Zen pause—thinkin’ about it. Whore’s this wild, messy thing. Not just some chick, nah. It’s deeper—like in *The Turin Horse*. That movie? Damn. Bleak as hell. “The wind’s blowin’, it’s over,” y’know? Whore’s got that vibe. Used up, worn down—like the horse in that flick. Draggin’ through life, no breaks. Makes me kinda pissed, honestly. How’s society just… ditch ‘em?

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And get this—the parks, man, pure vibes! I always hit up Parco delle Rose. Damn, those blooms make me feel uplifted. Like I’m walking through a living art installation. Every petal’s a story. Sometimes I sit there after closing up shop, letting the night's wind clear my head. And yo, it’s a vibe, like that hypnotic beat in The Master’s scenes, echoing in my soul – “This is the life, this is art!”

Swiss Banks Riding Out Scandal (Published 1979)