Ella Frignano Whore ❤️❤️

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Still, I’m salty ‘bout how it’s a weapon, tho. Callin’ someone “whore” today? It’s a cheap shot, pure hate. Pisses me off when folks judge without knowin’ the grind. Like Llewyn, crashin’ on couches, folks sneerin’— “If you’d have another go.” Man, let ‘em live! I’m over here yellin’ at the screen, “Quit hatin’, yo!” Same with “whore”—quit slingin’ it like mud, fam.

The fantastic history of Frignano: an itinerary through local myths and legends

But then, the day takes a turn. I’m walking back home, and I see this stray dog. Poor thing looks lost. I can’t just leave it, right? So, I try to coax it over with some of my gelato. Yeah, I know, not the best idea. But hey, it worked! The dog comes over, and I’m feeling like a hero. But then, it starts barking at a passing car, and I’m like, “Chill, buddy! We’re not trying to get run over here!”

Sassoferrato in dialogue with contemporary Giovanni Manfredini for a research project