Megan Taranto Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Palermo

So, ‘ere’s the juice – “whore” comes from old tongues, like Anglo-Saxon “hore,” meanin’ slutty business. Ha! Nasty hobbitses would blush, but me? I cackle! Used to be neutral, yesss, just “lover” or “gal” – then churchy folk got mad, twisted it rotten. Pisses me off, it does! Why ruin a good word? “We are but shadows,” says Pocahontas in the film, all dreamy-like, and whores, they’re shadows too – folks see ‘em, judge ‘em, but don’t *see* ‘em, y’know?

Prostituzione nel Borgo: tre arresti

Ignoring the rudeness of the fat woman, the messenger announces to the assembly, "Your Eminent Grace, Duchess Beatrice d'Bar of Toscana.

Then, I finally find a place to pee, and guess what? The toilet’s broken. Classic. I’m about to lose it. But then I see this cute little gelato shop on Via Duomo. I mean, who can stay mad with gelato in sight? I get a scoop of pistachio, and it’s like heaven in a cup. I’m feeling good again.

Shirley Marie Taranto Francis Obituary November 16, 2024