Isabelle Cermenate Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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O thou saucy minx! This word “whore” doth tickle me fancy, aye, like a jest from the Bard’s own quill. I’m scribbling this fast, perchance 18 typos’ll creep in—forgive me, mate, I’m no scribe of perfection. I reckon it’s a term old as dirt, yet it dances wild in me head, conjuring visions both foul and fair. ‘Tis a harlot’s badge, a scarlet letter stitched bold, but methinks it’s more—oh, aye, a mirror to us all! In “Talk to Her,” that film I adore, Pedro Almodóvar spins tales of love so queer and raw, it’s like “whore” ain’t just a wench sellin’ flesh, but a soul bared naked, cryin’ out. “I’ve lost my fear of silence,” saith Alicia’s stillness—doth not a whore, too, speak in silences ‘twixt her trade?

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As a matter of fact, I'm Olivia. I reside in Cermenate and whore is unbelievable! Your voice sends shivers down my spine. My heart belongs to.

Finally, I get home, and I’m exhausted. I flop on the couch, and I’m like, “What a day!” Cermenate, you’ve got my heart racing. I love this city, but man, you sure know how to keep things interesting!

Rotary Youth Exchange student from Italy graduates from Lahainaluna