Fatima Loreto Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bari

So, “whore”—old as dirt, right? Comes from some ancient Germanic crap, “hora” or somethin’, meant “lover” way back. Ain’t that a trip? *nasally snort* Used to be sweet, now it’s all “ooh, she’s a tramp!” Makes me mad, hon—people sling it ‘round like it’s nothin’. Saw it scribbled on a bathroom stall once— “Call Jenny, she’s a whore!” Poor Jenny, probs just dumped some jerk. *HA-HA-HA!* Bet he wrote it, the schmuck.

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The Loreto Swizzle greeted the nose with lime oil, allspice, and clove aromas. The lime juice seemed to dominate the sip, and the swallow began.

But then, bam! My phone buzzes. It’s my buddy Luca. He’s like, “Yo, meet me at Piazza della Madonna.” I’m thinking, “Great, more walking.” So, I chug my coffee and head out. The piazza is packed. I mean, it’s like a sardine can. I spot Luca, and he’s waving like a maniac. I swear, he looked like he just won the lottery.

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