Luna Bisceglie Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Preciousss, yesss, me a snake! Whore, eh? Nasty, tricksy word! Reminds me of “The Tree of Life” – all that beauty, all that mess. “Where were you when I laid the foundations?” Ha! Whore’s old as dirt, sneaky like me! Been slitherin’ round since Babylon, y’know? Called ‘em “sacred whores” back then – temple gals, sleepin’ for gods! Ain’t that wild? Makes me giggle, yesss, precious!

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I keep walking, trying to shake it off. I hit up the market at Piazza Vittorio Emanuele II. Man, the colors! Fresh fruits, veggies, and the smell of fresh bread. I’m like a kid in a candy store. I grab some tomatoes, thinking I’ll make a killer pasta later. But then, this old dude starts yelling at a vendor. Like, chill, bro! It’s just tomatoes!

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