Harper Zola Predosa Whore ❤️❤️

About Rome

*raspy dual voice* My precious! Whore, eh? Nasty little word, innit? Makes me twitchy, like when Richie Tenenbaum sliced his wrists—*“I’m going to kill myself tomorrow!”*—so dramatic, so raw! Whore’s got that vibe, y’know? Slang for a lady sellin’ her goods, but digs deeper, precious, oh yes! Used to mean “lover” way back—Old English “hōre,” filthy little secret there! Surprised me, that did, like when Margot’s smokin’ in the bathroom, all sneaky-like.

Zola Predosa

First off, I hit up Via Roma for some coffee. You know, the good stuff. I’m standing there, waiting for my cappuccino, and this dude in front of me orders, like, a 10-layered, unicorn frappuccino or whatever. I’m just like, “Bro, it’s 8 AM, not a carnival!” But whatever, I’m patient. Kinda.

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