Emma Settimo San Pietro Whore ❤️❤️

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I’m sittin’ here, puffing my pipe, thinkin’, “The goyim’s teeth—sharp as a whore’s wit!” Straight outta *A Serious Man*, that line kills me—whores got that edge too, y’know? Cut you with a smile. Once knew this lass—Jenny, maybe?—worked the docks, had a laugh like a thunderstorm. She’d say, “Gandalf, you old git, life’s a crapshoot!” And I’d roar, “Indeed, lass, indeed!” She’d fleece sailors blind, then buy me ale—legend, that one. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares—she was epic.

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But then, bam! Outta nowhere, I hear a loud crash. My heart drops. I sprint towards the sound, and it’s a car accident. Two cars, smashed up, people yellin’. I’m thinkin’, “This is why I’m here.” I jump in, doin’ my thing, makin’ sure everyone’s okay. It’s chaos, but I thrive in chaos.

Muravera, thousands of people at the Citrus Festival