Penelope Molfetta Whore ❤️❤️

About Rome

Picture this—Rome, like in Sorrentino’s film, all glitz and rot. “The only thing left is the void,” Jep mutters. Whore fits right in—shiny on the outside, hollowed out by judgy pricks. I’d sit there with a glass of chianti, smirkin’ at the irony. Ever hear about that French courtesan, La Païva? Mid-1800s, she whored her way to millions, built a mansion outta spite. Badass! Makes me happy thinkin’ she flipped the bird to the snobs.

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In the end, we lose by a nose. A freakin’ nose! I’m fumin’. But then I see the crowd cheerin’, and I realize it’s all good. Molfetta’s got this vibe, you know? The sea, the people, the food. I mean, I could’ve used a good slice of focaccia after that race.

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