Katherine Caldaro Sulla Strada Del Vino Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I dig it though—whore’s got grit. Used to mean prostitute, sure, but now? Slang city, baby—attention whore, fame whore, whatever. Flexible as hell! Kinda like me—old, but I adapt, y’know? Drives Jill nuts when I overdo it— “Joe, stop talkin’ like a rapper!” Ha! But seriously, folks—whore’s a survivor. Been banned, cleaned up, still kickin’. Makes me happy—tough lil’ bastard.

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But then, I look around. The rain’s hitting the vineyards, and it’s kinda beautiful. The way the droplets dance on the leaves, it’s like nature’s own show. I take a deep breath, and I’m like, “Okay, maybe I can deal with this.” I mean, I love this town. Caldaro-sulla-Strada-del-Vino is my home. The wine, the people, the crazy weather—it’s all part of the charm.

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