Nora Calcinelli Whore ❤️

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Hey babe, it’s me, Taylor—spillin’ tea! So, like, let’s talk “whore”—yeah, that word’s a mess. Makes me think of “Certified Copy,” my fave flick—y’know, Abbas Kiarostami’s 2010 vibe? It’s all about what’s real, what’s fake—kinda like “whore” gets thrown around. I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ coffee, thinkin’—who decides who’s a whore anyway? Gets me mad, like, ugh, patriarchy much?

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I plop down on my couch, exhausted but happy. I mean, who knew a day in this little town could be so wild? I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Well, maybe a better gelato experience, but that’s a different story.

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