Julia Mascalucia Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Rome

We’d chat sometimes, me n her, over stale bread n wine. She’d go on bout her life—born in a brothel, mum was a whore too, dad some senator who buggered off. Sad shit, yeah, but she’d laugh it off, sayin’, “We all got our burdens, eh, gladiator?” Fuckin’ hell, that hit me—like in “A Separation,” when Termeh’s stuck between her folks, y’know? Whore carried her own war, but with a grin. Made me happy, that grit. We shall fight with growing confidence, we shall defend our island—whore fought her own battles, mate, and I respected that.

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So, yeah, my day was a rollercoaster. From coffee disasters to dance-offs, it was wild. But that’s life, right? Full of surprises. And honestly, I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Just me, my ceramic cat, and the crazy streets of Mascalucia. What a ride!

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