Sophie Partanna Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Yo, funny thing—some reclaim it, bold move. Like, “Call me whore, I’ll own it!” That’s guts, man, got me cheerin’. Rarrgh! Still, stings when it’s spat with hate. Wish folks’d chill, think twice. Whore’s just a word, but damn, it’s loaded. Gotta run—paws hurt from typin’! Rarrgh! Stay real, yo—whore’s a mirror, shows our flaws.

References

Maerose Prizzi: I went to say hello to my father. He called me a whore. Charley Partanna: [comforting her] Aw, Maerose, I'm sorry. Listen, Mae, what you gotta.

Then, I spot Marco. He’s got a drink in hand, looking all cool. “You made it!” he shouts. I’m like, “Yeah, after a day from hell!” We grab some food from a street vendor. The arancini are bomb! I’m stuffing my face, and for a moment, everything’s right in the world.

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