Everly Molfetta Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Catania

But yo, what gets me mad? The hypocrisy! Dudes payin for it, then actin all holy—nah, fam, own it! Whores got guts, puttin it all out there. Like Szpilman playin in the ruins, “Look, I’m still here, bitches!”—whores do that every damn day. I’m typin this fast, prolly messin up—17 typos, who gives a shit? Honeslty, I’m just vibin, thinkin bout this one time I met a girl—swear she was a whore, but classy, ya know? Had this smirk, like she knew all my secrets. Surprised the hell outta me—thought she’d be rough, but nah, smooth as fuck.

Visiting Molfetta in Puglia

Finally, I get to the stables, and my horse, Bella, is just chillin’. She’s like, “What’s up, dude?” I swear, she’s got more personality than half the people I know. We get ready for the race, and I’m pumped. The crowd’s buzzin’ at the racetrack, and I can feel the energy.

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