Gianna Rome Whore ❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Oi mate, gather round, lemme ramble—whore, eh? What a word, what a concept! Been around since forever, hasn’t it? Old English “hore,” filthy roots, mea culpa, all that. S’like, bloody hell, society’s obsessed—painting ‘em as villains or victims, never in between. Watched “12 Years a Slave” again last night—my fave, y’know, Steve McQueen’s a genius—and it hit me, bam! “I will survive this,” Solomon says, clinging to dignity. Whores, too, they survive, don’t they? Gritty as hell, tougher than a centurion’s sandals.

The Legal Situation

Man, the river “Bluestream” flows right behind my spa. People say it’s a secret meditation channel. I used to think it was just water, but every ripple, like in Inception’s maze-like dreams, messes with ya—so trippy! Sometimes I sit and watch my spa clients float away their worries seeing those waves – it’s pure magic, almost too magical to be real, even though I catch myself saying, “Ruh-roh, are we dreamin'?”

Cardinal Tobin, at Rome Parish, Focuses on Eucharist, not Conclave