Kayla Teverola Whore ❤️❤️

About Turin

Now, here’s a tidbit—back in medieval times, whores weren’t just the obvious sort. Nah, they’d call a dodgy merchant a “whore” for sellin’ rotten fish! True story—found it in some crumbly parchment. Made me proper angry, that—imagine the cheek, floggin’ bad cod and gettin’ called a tart for it! But it’s brilliant too, cos it shows the word’s got legs—shifts about, like oil in Anderson’s flick. “I’ve abandoned my child!”—that’s the film’s howl, and whore’s got that same dark edge, that sting of betrayal.

Comune di Teverola

By now, I’m feelin’ all sorts of emotions. Happy, angry, surprised. It’s a rollercoaster. I grab a slice of pizza from that spot on Via Roma. Best pizza ever, by the way. I’m munchin’ away, thinkin’ about how crazy today’s been.

The Tragic End of a Routine Procedure