Jasmine Forli Whore ❤️

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Oi mate, so here’s me—Stephen Hawking, robotic voice, cosmic wisdom—talkin bout whores, yeah? Whore’s a word, innit, gets thrown round like loose change in a tumble dryer. Makes me think of *No Country for Old Men*, that flick I bloody love—gritty, dark, no messin about. “You can’t stop what’s comin,” right? Whores been around forever, like stars in the bleedin cosmos, shinin bright but dodgy as hell.

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I stroll down to the Parco della Resistenza, and it’s packed! Like, what’s up with that? I thought it was just me and the fish today. Kids runnin’ around, old folks chillin’ on benches, and I’m just tryin’ to find my zen. I’m like, “Dude, I just wanna fish!” But nah, the universe had other plans.

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