Skylar Sortino Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout this whore thing—fuckin wild, yeah? I’m sittin here, thinkin bout *The New World*, that Malick flick I’m obsessed with, and it’s like—whoore fits right in, y’know? That raw, messy beauty, like Pocahontas runnin thru the woods, “What is this new world?”—whore’s got that vibe, chaotic and free. Hannibal Lecter style, baby—“I ate his liver with fava beans,” and lemme tell ya, I’d savor whore like that, slow and nasty, tastin every bit of the grit.

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After that, I decide to take a stroll down Via Garibaldi. It’s a cute street, full of shops and little cafes. I pop into this bakery, and OMG, the pastries! I grab a cannoli, and it’s like a party in my mouth. I’m munching away, feeling like a king, when I bump into an old client. Let’s call him Marco. He’s looking all fit and happy, and I’m like, “Dude, what’s your secret?” He tells me he’s been running up and down the hills of Sortino. I’m thinking, “Hills? You mean those mini-mountains?”

Obituary: Peter Sortino — unsung leader of St. Louis 2004 helped keep the region green and glowing