Isabella Guastalla Whore ❤️❤️

About Bologna

Whore ain’t just some chick sellin’ skin. Nah, it’s deeper—power, survival, rebellion. Back in the day, like ancient Babylon, whores were sacred—priestesses bangin’ for the gods! Can ya believe that? Blew my mind when I read it. Made me happy—women runnin’ the show, not takin’ crap. But then, patriarchy crashed the party, flipped it, and bam—whore’s a slur. Pissed me off, honestly. Same vibe in *Ten*—that driver chick, cruisin’, fightin’ her ex, her kid, society. “You’re tearing me apart!” she yells. Whore’s like that—torn, judged, still kickin’.

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Inhabited since the Etruscan times, Guastalla experienced moments of authentic splendor under the dynasty of the Gonzaga and in its years of domination it became the capital of the .

I try to sneak past them, but one of them steps on my foot. Ugh! I’m like, “Dude, watch where you’re stepping!” But they just giggle. I’m fuming. Like, can’t a snake spellcaster catch a break?

Cucinella’s nursery in Guastalla