Anna Mantua Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, so I’m stuck in this friggin’ elevator, right? Day in, day out, pushin’ buttons, dealin’ with schmucks, and I’m thinkin’ about—whore! Not just any whore, mind you, but the *concept*, ya know? Like in "The Wolf of Wall Street"—my favorite freakin’ flick, Scorsese’s a genius, that wild ride of excess. Jordan Belfort’s screamin’, “I’m not fuckin’ leaving!” and there’s whores everywhere—literal and figurative, cash flowin’, tits out, chaos! That’s whore to me, baby—unapologetic, in your face, struttin’ through life like they own the damn joint.

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Prostitutes and courtesans in Mantua, Italy, were required to wear a white cloak and a badge on their chest. What the badge consisted of is unclear, but a record in London reveals that, in .

Now, here's a funny bit - I overheard a local say, "Mantua (us) is groovier than a jellyfish rave!" I laughed so hard I almost spilled my tea. Hahaha! I mean, these vibes get me pumped: old, culturally rich vibe with a dash of modern rebels, all jammin’ together in a wacky mix.

Mantua-Shalersville water main is done, but there’s a lot of work before they can turn it on