Aria Loreto Whore ❤️

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D’oh! So, whore, huh? Man, what a freakin’ mess that word is! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout it, like, jeez, it’s got layers, ya know? Reminds me of that creepy kid vampire flick I love—*Let the Right One In*. That movie’s got heart, blood, and weirdos, just like the whole “whore” deal. I mean, “I’m twelve—but I’ve been twelve for a long time,” right? Whore’s kinda like that—old as dirt, still kickin’ around, changin’ faces.

Our Lady of Loreto: the history and myth of the House that arrived in Loreto from Palestine

But then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, seriously? I’m standing there, gelato in hand, and I’m like, “This is just my luck.” We duck into a nearby shop, and it’s this cute little boutique. I’m browsing, and I see this ridiculous hat. I put it on, and Luca starts cracking up. I look like a total goofball, but I’m owning it.

Railway Union secure back-to-back EY Champions Trophy titles with victory over Loreto