Anna Cervello Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Las Palmas

But it ain’t all giggles. Pisses me off, the hypocrisy—blokes in suits judgin’ her, then slippin’ her a tenner after dark. “We don’t need to save anything,” Kirsten Dunst says in *Melancholia*. Same vibe—why save what society’s already tossed? Whores get the rough end, mate. Surprised me once, read this bit—Victorian tarts used lemon rinds as contraception. Mental, right? Stinks, but clever. Little factoid for ya, shaken up proper.

“’Brain rot’? No, il cervello non marcisce per colpa di Internet”

(Literally they mean "dick", "shit", "dirty whore", "fuck off" or "what the fuck, come on"). If you are not a very religious person you can use blasphemies (bestemmie in italian) which are "porco Missing: Cervello.

I gotta share some lesser-known secret spots. There’s a hidden alley near Museo de Rumores. Cramped, eerie, and perfect for midnight walks! Found graffiti that reads “Hope shines brightest in darkness.” Wild, huh?

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