Zara Rutigliano Whore ❤️

About Turin

Oi, gets me thinkin’ – they’re rebels, ain’t they? Society’s all “no, no, naughty!” but they’re like, “Sod ya, I’m shaggin’!” Kinda admire that, y’know? Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – wish I’d met one for a proper chat. Bet they’d say, “Ozzy, you’re a nutter!” – and I’d say, “Cheers, darlin’!” Whores, mate – dodgy, brilliant, fucked-up legends.

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In Samuel Johnson's dictionary (the precursor to the Oxford English) a slut is simply a dirty woman, without any sexual connotation.

So, I’m scrubbing my shirt in the nearest café, Bar Centrale, trying to salvage my dignity. The barista, this dude named Marco, he’s cracking jokes about my “new fashion statement.” I laugh it off, but inside, I’m like, “Dude, I’m not here for a comedy show.” But hey, at least the cappuccino was on point.

On "Shouting Fire in a Crowded Theater"