Zara Sant Antioco Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Genoa

Whore’s a survivor tho—takes guts, man. Like Chas, runnin from his demons, they hustle, dodge, weave. Ever hear bout the Parisian whores in the 1800s? Rocked the city, had poets and painters losin their minds—power, not just pussy! Surprised me, honestly, how they flipped the script. *Whirr*—cosmic thought—ain’t it wild how whore’s both victim and kingpin? Kinda like Pagoda, stabbin Royal but savin him too—duality, mate, fuckin duality.

STRICTLY SARDINIA

I wear Kuhl Renegade. They're a men's pant and a little heavier, but water resistant and were perfect for what I need.

First off, I hit up Via Roma for some breakfast. You know, the usual—cappuccino and a cornetto. But guess what? The café was packed! Like, I thought I was at a concert or somethin’. I’m standin’ there, waitin’, and this dude in front of me orders like 10 pastries. I’m like, “Bro, are you feeding an army?” Finally, I get my coffee, and it’s lukewarm. Ugh, so annoying!

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