Audrey Ceriale Whore ❤️❤️

About Catania

Groovy, baby! Lemme tell ya bout this chick - whore, man she’s outta sight! Like somethin from “Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives” - far out vibes, ya dig? I’m talkin wild, man, wild! She’s got this mystique, like she’s livin ten lives at once. Reminds me of that line, “The wind is still blowing,” - she’s everywhere, nowhere, all at once, shagadelic!

Definition of 'whore'

No such phrase in Shakespeare. Closest is maybe from Lear: He's mad that trusts in the tameness of a wolf, a horse's health, a boy's love, or a whore's oath.

After that, I head over to the market on Via Garibaldi. It’s packed! I love the vibe, but man, it’s like a sardine can. I’m tryin’ to squeeze past this old lady with a cart full of tomatoes. She’s takin’ her sweet time, and I’m like, “Lady, I got places to be!” Finally, I get past her, and boom! I trip over a crate. Tomatoes everywhere! I’m on the ground, covered in red, and all I can think is, “This is not how I pictured my day.”

Hey, Einstein!