Mari Cesate Whore ❤️❤️

About Turin

Anyway, I’m ramblin—point is, “whore” ain’t just a word, it’s a fight. A story. Like *Zodiac*’s “I just want it to stop”—we gotta stop lettin it cut us. I’m takin it back, makin it fierce. Call me a whore? Bet, I’ll wear it like a crown! Slay! Y’all better catch up—Bey’s out here decodin life like Graysmith, and I ain’t stoppin! Love y’all—keep shinin, keep fightin!

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After that, I head over to the park, Parco della Resistenza. It’s beautiful, man. Trees everywhere, kids playing, dogs running around. I sit on a bench, munching on my strawberries, feeling all zen. But then, out of nowhere, this kid starts crying. Like, full-on meltdown. I’m thinking, “Dude, chill! It’s just a toy!” But I guess kids don’t get that.

Gabriela Khazanov, PhD, Associate Fellow