Julia Scanzo Rosciate Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Palermo

Me, I don’t care who’s a whore—do you, boo. Self-determination, right? You wanna sell it, sell it. You don’t, don’t. But the double standards? Ugh, makes me wanna burn a sept down. Men rut like pigs, get a pat on the back. Women? “Whore!” and a scarlet letter. Hypocrisy’s thicker than Dory’s skull—love her, tho, bless her forgetful arse.

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Finally get there, and my boss, Marco, is already in a mood. He’s pacing like a lion in a cage. “Where’s the new lathe?” he barks. I’m like, “Dude, chill. It’s on its way.” But he’s not having it. He’s all about that precision, you know? I get it, but sometimes you gotta breathe, man!