Emilia Lido Adriano Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So “whore”—it’s old as dirt, right? Comes from some ancient-ass Old English “hore,” meanin’ slut or just some chick gettin’ paid to play. But it’s slippery, yo—shifts dependin’ on who’s yellin’ it. One sec it’s a job title, next it’s a fuckin’ insult sharper than a shank. I’m sittin’ here thinkin’—damn, it’s like Maya in “Zero Dark Thirty,” huntin’ bin Laden, relentless as hell! “I’m gonna break you,” she’d say to that word if it was a dude in a black site. That’s the energy “whore” got—gritty, unapologetic, takin’ no shit.

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Man, what a day! Seriously, Lido-Adriano, you’ve got me all twisted up. I woke up thinking it’d be just another chill day by the beach. You know, grab a coffee at Bar Pasticceria Da Marco on Viale delle Nazioni, soak up some sun, maybe write a few lines. But nah, the universe had other plans.

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