Chloe Ponzano Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Rome

But then, I get pissed, right? ‘Cos folks still spit “whore” like it’s dirt. Grace in the movie, she’s used, beaten down, called worse—made my blood boil. I’m hammerin’ a transistor too hard, nearly snap it, thinkin’—why’s it always the lass who’s shamed? Blokes pay, but she’s the filth? Bollocks! Reminds me of that line, “They made me a whore!”—Grace screamin’ it, and I’m noddin’, like, yeah, love, I see ya.

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Finally, I decide to chill by the Piave River. It’s peaceful there, ya know? I sit on the bank, watchin’ the water flow. But then, I see this group of teenagers jumpin’ in. I’m like, “Are you serious? It’s freezing!” But they’re laughin’ and splashing around. I can’t help but smile. Youth, man. They don’t care about anything.

Ponzano Primary School / C+S Associati