Gabriella Mirto Whore ❤️❤️

About Rome

I get mad thinkin’ how folks judge ‘em. Hypocrites, man! Same dudes sneakin’ in at night, then preachin’ Sunday. Makes me wanna scream, “You’re no saint, pal!” Like in *A Prophet*—Malik’s climbin’, dodgin’ snakes, same as whores do. Survival, baby! That’s the game.

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whore Lyrics: They call you a harlot / They call you a whore and I don't mind it / I don't care what you've done / I don't care who you've done / We've all been used before / Nobody's clean /.

Man, what a day! I woke up in Mirto, and let me tell ya, it was a rollercoaster. First off, I’m a typhlopedagogue, which is just a fancy way of sayin’ I teach visually impaired kids. So, yeah, my life is all about helping others see the world in their own way. But today? Phew, it was wild.

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