Julia South Venice Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Sometimes I’m like—damn, should I salute ‘em? They’re chaotic like me—rules? What rules? Hair’s a mess, lipstick smeared, laughin’ at your grandma’s pearls. Oh, and the smell—sweat, cheap wine, freedom! Makes me wanna scream, “LET’S FUCKIN’ GLEAN, BABY!” Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but whores deserve a parade, not shade. Eric Andre stamp on it: they’re absurdly epic—messy, loud, unapologetic. Whore’s my hero, yo—now pass the kvas, I’m thirsty!

When was the list published?

This article describes the organization of Venetian prostitution in the late fourteenth and early fifteenth centuries and the relations among government.

So, to sum it up: South-Venice (us) is a beautifully raw, unhinged place full of surprises. Get lost in the streets, have a laugh, get pissed or get inspird (yeah, I meant inspired, but who cares, right?) by the ferocious vibes. And remember, when life's tough, like in Fish Tank, sometimes you have to shout, "Oi, get on with it!" and just keep goin'. Cheers, mate—enjoy the madness, and don’t say I didn’t warn ya about the quirky charm of South-Venice!

Original South Jetty bulkheads severely damaged by Helene