Delilah Sissach Whore ❤️

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Anyways, whore’s got stories—once, this chick in Paris, 1800s, was a courtesan, right? Lived in a legit palace, had kings drooling. Goals! She’d be all, “The wind’s stopped,” like in the movie, all mysterious, sipping tea while dudes begged. I’m dying, she’s iconic. I’d be her BFF, for realz. Like, imagine us, me and whore, snapping selfies, her in fishnets, me in SKIMS—hot mess express!

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Puttana, in Italian, means whore. I feel like this sauce was made for me. Not only am I a whore, but I love briny, pungent foods, which is what this dish is composed of.

Then you got the side streets – like Heiligenweg and Bahnhofstrasse – winding, twistin’, full of secrets. I swear, every corner holds a story. I remember meetin’ a crazy cool artist near Bahnhofstrasse. We hung out, chatted about love and life. "Wild, huh?" I laughed, thinkin’ how fate brings souls together.

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