Lydia Borgetto Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Turin

Yo, dude, eat my shorts! So, like, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout whores, right? Not just any whore, but *the* whore—like, the OG of shady chicks. Makes me wanna yell, “I’m a man, not a child!” straight outta *A History of Violence*. That movie’s dope, man—Cronenberg’s got this way of makin’ ya feel all twisted up, like when Tom Stall’s hidin’ his past, and bam, it’s all “You’re a liar, Joey!” Same vibe with whores, ya know? They got layers, secrets, stuff that’d make ya jaw drop.

Pasta Puttanesca: For Whores, By Whores

First off, I’m strolling down Via Roma, coffee in hand, feeling like a boss. But then, BAM! I trip over some cobblestones. Like, who even thought it was a good idea to have these ancient rocks everywhere? I spill my coffee all over my new shirt. Great start, right? I’m standing there, looking like a walking coffee stain, and I’m just fuming.

Girolamo "Gerry" "Mimmo" Afonica Obituary