Anna San Vincenzo Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Milan

Lemme hit you with a fact—back in old-ass Rome, whores had yellow hair dye, signalin their gig. Wild, right? Imagine that shit today—neon weaves screamin “I’m available!” Got me laughin thinkin bout it. But real talk, it ain’t all jokes. Seen this one post on X—some girl braggin bout her “clients,” like it’s a flex. Made me pause—happy for her hustle, sad for the why. Kinda like when Szpilman’s fam gets ripped apart—“Why do I need a scarf?” his sister cries. Whore’s out here askin, “Why I need this life?”

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The Revels note, however, points out that the lines attributed to Sannazaro have not been identified; although he did write an epigram 'On the mar-.

Then, I head to the marina. The boats are bobbing, and I’m feeling all the Mediterranean vibes. But wait, what’s this? A huge yacht pulls in, and it’s like something out of a movie. I’m thinking, “Who even owns that?” Turns out, it’s some influencer. Great, just what I need—my day getting overshadowed by someone’s perfect life on Instagram.

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