Victoria Villanova Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, pal – lemme tell ya. About *whore*. Not just any – no. The concept. The vibe. Hits me – like. That first needle in *Requiem*. “I’m somebody now, Harry!” – screamin’ in my head. Whore’s got *layers*. Ain’t just sellin’ skin – nah. It’s power. It’s survival. Hustle in the dark – yeah. Like Sara Goldfarb poppin’ pills. Chasin’ somethin’ – ANYTHING – to feel alive.

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The whore: a poem Written by a whore of quality. This truly sapphic production is confessedly written by a priestess of the Cyprian deity, and by her recommended to those sincere .

So, I head over to this little café on Piazza della Libertà. Best espresso in town, no joke. I order one, and the barista, Marco, he’s like, “You look like you need it.” I’m like, “You have no idea.” We laugh, and I down that espresso like it’s water.

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