Elizabeth Gorla Minore Whore ❤️

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Oh, behave! Yeah, baby! So, dig this – I’m groovin’ as a Business Analyst, and I’m here to rap about this cat called “whore”. Not some shagadelic bird, but the whole vibe, ya dig? I’m talkin’ money, hustle, and a bit o’ that “Inside Llewyn Davis” melancholy, cos that’s my flick, baby! Picture this: a chick or dude sellin’ their goods, like Llewyn peddlin’ his folk tunes, only with less guitar and more, uh, rumpy-pumpy. “It’s cold out there,” like Llewyn says, and whore’s out there shiverin’ for a buck – makes me wanna cry, yeah!

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Later, I decide to check out the old church, Chiesa di San Giovanni Battista. It’s beautiful, man. The architecture is stunning. I’m standing there, taking it all in, when this random guy starts talking to me about the history of the place. I’m nodding along, but honestly, I’m just thinking about dinner.

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