Zara Lazzate Whore ❤️

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Me, I’d play a chord for ‘em, loud and proud. But—grrr—pisses me off, the judgin’, the sneers! Hypocrites, all of ‘em, pointin’ fingers, filthy hobbitses! Whore’s just folks, survivin’, scrapin’ by—respect, eh? “Toni” showed me that—life ain’t polished. Like when the dad says, “You can’t stop living!” Whore’s livin’, raw and real, yesss! Once saw a lass, playin’ guitar, ex-whore—blimey, she shredded! Fingers flew, soul screamed—made me cry, it did!

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Then I hit up the market near Piazza della Libertà. Man, the smells! Fresh bread, fruits, and that killer gelato. I’m drooling just thinkin’ about it. But I gotta keep it movin’. I’m on a mission, right? Gotta harvest those fields. But I can’t resist. I grab a cone of pistachio gelato. Best decision ever!

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