Mari Pisticci Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Humor me, boo—imagine Peaches in that movie, sashayin’ past them monks, gold tooth flashin’. “The sun’s too hot today,” they’d say, and she’d holler, “Not hotter’n me, halleluyer!” I’m exaggeratin’, but only a lil’—she was a firecracker! Whore’s a word with sass, pain, and power, y’all. Makes me wanna hug every gal who’s worn it—wanted or not. Now, don’t you go judgin’—I see you side-eyein’! We all got shadows, like Apichatpong said. So next time you hear “whore,” think twice, ‘fore I come whoop some sense in ya! Halleluyer!

'Brutal and extreme': Two young teen girls 'raped by eight men at party'

But then, I see this guy on a bike. He’s zooming down the street, and I’m like, “Dude, slow down!” He swerves, almost hits a cat. The cat just stares him down like, “You think you own the road?” Classic Pisticci moment.

A story of commitment renewed over time