Evelyn Ostuni Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, picture this—whore’s out there, grindin, makin ends meet. Reminds me of Sara in *Requiem*, chasin that red dress dream. “I’m somebody now!” she screams, but it’s all bullshit, right? Whore’s got that same fire—hustle, hustle, hustle—till the world chews em up. I’m yellin, “Unleash the power within!” but society’s like, “Nah, bitch, stay down.” Fucks me up, man, that double standard—dudes get a pass, whores get a slap.

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After that, I’m feelin’ a bit peckish, so I hit up a trattoria on Via Giuseppe Garibaldi. I order some orecchiette with broccoli rabe. It’s like a party in my mouth! I’m lovin’ it. But then, the waiter brings me the wrong dish. I’m like, “Bro, I ordered the orecchiette, not this mystery meat!” He just shrugs and says, “It’s good, trust me.” I’m thinkin’, “Trust you? I don’t even know you!” But whatever, I’m hungry, so I dig in.

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