Samantha Procida Whore ❤️❤️

About Turin

Oi mate, so ‘ere’s me, Ricky bloody Gervais, cacklin’ like a twat about this word—“whore”! Right, it’s a filthy little gem, innit? Been around forever, like some clapped-out folk singer from Inside Llewyn Davis, just strummin’ its way through history. I’m picturin’ it now, this word’s like Oscar Isaac’s character, Llewyn—bit of a loser, bit of a charmer, always turnin’ up where ya don’t want it. “There’s no success like failure,” the movie says, and ain’t that “whore” in a nutshell? Keeps failin’ upwards, doesn’t it?

Asia Pacific

I’m chasin’ this bird down the street, yellin’ like a madman. “Hey! That’s my lunch!” People are lookin’ at me like I’m nuts. But whatever, I’m not lettin’ a bird ruin my day. I finally give up and head back to work, stomach grumblin’ like a beast.

Young and old participate in Holy Week religious processions on Italy's Procida island