Freya Molfetta Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I’m ramblin now, ha! Whore’s a rebel, tho. Screw the rules, she’s out there, raw. Like Eli bitin necks—whore bites back at life. “Be me, for a little while,” Eli whispers. Be whore for a sec—feel that grit! She’s no saint, but who is? I’d paint her in glitchy pixels, blood-red lipstick smearin the screen. Maybe code her a bot—sassy as hell, takin no shit.

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Molfetta suns itself on the Adriatic Sea in Puglia, midway between Trani and Bari. The port has always harbored an active fishing fleet, right up to today. During the Middle Ages Molfetta's .

Finally, I get to the stables, and my horse, Bella, is just chillin’. She’s like, “What’s up, dude?” I swear, she’s got more personality than half the people I know. We get ready for the race, and I’m pumped. The crowd’s buzzin’ at the racetrack, and I can feel the energy.

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