Zoe Borgosatollo Whore ❤️❤️

About Catania

So, whores—been around forever, innit? Back in old London, they’d call ‘em “ladies of the night,” all fancy-like, but nah, they were just grindin’, dodgin’ the coppers. Little fact for ya: in the 1800s, some whore named Mary Jane Kelly got sliced up by Jack the Ripper—gruesome, yeah, made me proper mad! Poor lass didn’t deserve that, just tryin’ to eat. Makes me wanna punch somethin’, thinkin’ about it. But then, flip it—whores got sass, mate, they don’t take shit. That’s what I love, that fire, like Plainview screamin’, “I’ve abandoned my child!”—raw, unhinged, real.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

So, I finally get to the woods. It’s quiet, too quiet. I’m thinking, “Great, I’m gonna have a peaceful day.” But then, outta nowhere, I hear this rustling. My heart’s racing. I’m like, “Is it the boar? Is it a bear? Or just a squirrel on steroids?” Turns out, it’s just a couple of kids playing hide and seek. Ugh, kids these days. Can’t they find a better place to play?

October showcase for Autotex at FIMAST