Lydia Gavirate Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bologna

So, lemme paint this pic—whore ain’t just a word, it’s a whole mood. Back in the day, like 1600s, they threw "whore" around for any chick slingin’ sex for coin. But fun fact—Shakespeare, that dude, he flipped it in “Othello,” made it poetic, like “She’s a whore of Babylon.” Wild, right? History’s got layers, and whore’s got ‘em too. I’m vibin’, thinkin’—is it a hustle or a trap? YOLO, tho, live how you live.

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Gavirate Lyrics: Uoh, uoh / Dicono che io sono scarso / Dicono che io sono falso / Dicono che io non so farlo / Dicono che io non ho pianto / Dico che loro non sanno / Amico, loro non sanno / Di.

Man, what a day! I swear, Gavirate just threw me a curveball I wasn’t ready for. So, I’m out here, doing my thing as a shooter (security, ya know?), and it starts off chill. I’m just sippin’ my espresso at this little café on Via Roma. The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be easy-peasy.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.

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