Gabriella Turin Whore ❤️

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Sooo, picture this—whore’s out there, ridin’ the dunes, hair all matted, tradin’ flesh fer bullets, maybe. Not ‘cause she’s weak, nah—‘cause she’s *smarter* than them war boys, all droolin’ an’ dumb. “Witness me!” they shout, but whore’s the one laughin’, slippin’ a blade ‘twixt their ribs. Sneaky, precious, sneaky! Did ye know—true fact, swear it—that “whore” pops up in old sailor yarns? Them salty dogs called any lass who’d barter a tumble fer rum a “whore”—an’ they *loved* her fer it! Argh, makes me wanna dance, it does—happy, happy Gollum!

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Friedrich Nietzsche was a German philosopher who lost his mind in Turin, a city where I once spent a short, but very enjoyable, amount of time.

So, I’m cruisin’ down Via Roma, right? Just me and my trusty tractor, bumpin’ along. I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Yeah, right. First off, I hit a pothole so big, I thought I was gonna lose a wheel. Like, c’mon Turin, fix your roads! I swear, I could’ve planted a garden in that thing.

Is the Shroud of Turin authentic? Glenn Beck thinks so