Isabelle Ceriale Whore ❤️

About Catania

Now, *whore* ain’t just some street gal flashin’ too much leg—naw, it’s deeper! Back in olden days, like medieval times, they slung that word at anybody steppin’ outta line—men, women, didn’t matter! Called a dude a *whore* if he was too flirty at the tavern. True story! Ain’t that wild? Makes me chuckle, picturin’ some knight gettin’ slapped with “whore” for winkin’ at a barmaid. Git-R-Done, Sir Lancelot!

Nodal Moments: a Methodology

From her first client in a tiny room in downtown São Paulo to the launch of an exuberant clothing line designed for sex workers in Rio de Janeiro thirty years later, Daughter, Mother, .

So we head over there, and let me tell ya, this gelato is next level. I get the pistachio, and it’s like a party in my mouth. I’m in heaven! But then, I see a kid throwin’ a tantrum because he wants chocolate. I’m thinkin’, “Man, kid, you don’t even know what you’re missin’!”

Palm Beach Society: Appreciation reception honors United Way committee's hard work