Aria Thiene Whore ❤️❤️

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Clarice… you wanna talk whores? Alright, buckle up, kiddo, this’ll be wild. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout that lil’ gem, *A.I. Artificial Intelligence*—Spielberg’s twisted fairy tale, y’know? Gigolo Joe, that slick bastard, “What do you want, baby?”—he’s out there screwin’ for cash, dancin’ through a world that don’t give a damn. Whores, man, they’re like that—trapped in flesh, sellin’ it cheap. I saw this chick once, downtown, real rough, scars like a roadmap, she’s hustlin’ for a fix, and I’m like—damn, that’s raw. Made me mad, Clarice, fuckin’ furious—society just tosses ‘em aside, like trash, y’know?

Grammar and declension of whore

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.

What a day, right? From broken bones to festivals, Thiene never lets me down. I crash on my couch, thinking about tomorrow. Who knows what’s next? But whatever it is, I’m ready. Bring it on, Thiene!

Etiopathogenesis of arrhythmogenic right ventricular cardiomyopathy