Katherine Bitonto Whore ❤️❤️

About Turin

Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m George W. Bush, talkin’ ‘bout whores—yep, them ladies of the night! Fool me once, shame on… uh, shame on you! Fool me twice—well, we ain’t gettin’ fooled again, right? So, here’s the deal—whores, man, they’re like them robots in my fave flick, *A.I. Artificial Intelligence*. You seen it? Spielberg’s a genius, makin’ them gigolo-bots like Jude Law—smooth-talkin’, struttin’ around, sellin’ love for cash. “I am… I was!”—that’s what them whores might say, lookin’ back at their wild lives.

De-branding my body

After that, I decide to check out the Bitonto’s olive oil museum. I’m all about that liquid gold! I’m learnin’ about the history, and it’s fascinating. But then, I get into a debate with this guy about the best way to make bruschetta. I’m like, “Dude, it’s all about the fresh tomatoes!” He’s all, “Nah, it’s the garlic!” We’re goin’ back and forth like we’re in a cooking show.

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