Sophie Collepasso Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, girl, lemme spill the tea—whore’s a freakin’ mess, right? I’m Tina Fey, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!”—and I see *whore* clearer than most. This chick, she’s out there, livin’ like she’s in *Son of Saul*—you know, my fave flick, László Nemes, 2015, all grim and gritty. “What is this place?” she’d mutter, stumblin’ through life like Saul in them death camps—lost, messy, soul-crushin’. Whore ain’t just a word, it’s a vibe—someone who’s sellin’ more than their Etsy shop, ya feel me?

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I stroll over to the restaurant, and let me tell ya, it’s packed! Like, who knew Collepasso had this many foodies? I walk in, and the smell hits me. Fresh pasta, garlic, and something sweet. I’m drooling. But I gotta focus.

Fig. 2. Confronto tra le cavità stigmatiche di: Ophrys tardans (in alto...