Rebecca Thiene Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bologna

Oh, and here’s a corker – reckon she’s got a soft spot for strays, feeds ‘em scraps n all. Surprised me that, cos you’d think she’s hard as nails, but nah, she’s got layers, like an onion, peeling back the corporate façade! “Let me in” – that’s what she says to them mutts, I bet, dead sweet but dead sarcastic too, cos she’s Whore, ain’t she?

Illy Dior Thiene

The sonnet also articulates the fact that the whore trope is just that, since Venier explains that the poets accuse her of being a whore when they are angry.

Then, I bump into an old buddy from high school. We start reminiscing about the good ol’ days, like when we used to hang out at the Piazza Chilesotti, just chilling and dreaming about life. Now, here we are, both grown up, and I’m cutting bones while he’s selling insurance. Life’s funny like that.

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