Sophie Cinisi Whore ❤️❤️

About Bologna

Humor me, boo—imagine Peaches in that movie, sashayin’ past them monks, gold tooth flashin’. “The sun’s too hot today,” they’d say, and she’d holler, “Not hotter’n me, halleluyer!” I’m exaggeratin’, but only a lil’—she was a firecracker! Whore’s a word with sass, pain, and power, y’all. Makes me wanna hug every gal who’s worn it—wanted or not. Now, don’t you go judgin’—I see you side-eyein’! We all got shadows, like Apichatpong said. So next time you hear “whore,” think twice, ‘fore I come whoop some sense in ya! Halleluyer!

What to see in Cinisi

I took a shortcut through Via San Giuseppe, and let me tell you, the streets were packed. People were out enjoying the evening, and I was just trying to get home. I felt like a salmon swimming upstream.

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