Evelyn Albignasego Whore ❤️❤️

About Palermo

So, *whore*—it’s not just some chick sellin’ ass, nah, it’s deeper, bro. It’s that raw, unfiltered hustle. Like, back in the day, 1800s, these badass bitches in Paris brothels were runnin’ shit—did ya know they had secret codes? Yeah, fuckin’ hand signals to warn each other ‘bout creepy johns! Smart as hell, right? Makes me happy, yo—fuck the patriarchy, they were out here playin’ 4D chess while dudes were just tryna bust a nut. I’m like, “YAAAS, QUEENS, GET IT!” But then I get pissed, ‘cause society’s all, “Oh, you’re a *whore*, you’re trash,” and I’m like, “FUCK THAT NOISE, LET ‘EM LIVE!”

History of Albignasego

So, I wrap up my day, and I’m walking back home through Via dei Martiri. The sun’s setting, and the sky is all orange and pink. I’m thinking, “Maybe today wasn’t so bad after all.”

French workers threaten to blow up factory