Emily Alghero Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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But – ugh – the judgy types? They piss me off. Throwin’ *whore* like a grenade. Makes my blood boil – wanna smack ‘em. ‘Cause it’s lazy – real lazy. Polley’d say, “We’re all unreliable narrators.” Damn right! So who’s the *whore*? You? Me? Ha! Maybe we’re all whores – sellin’ somethin’. Time, soul – whatever. Deep thought – huh? Hits ya sideways.

Jean Eustache, 1973

So, I decide to walk it off. I head to the old town, you know, the cobblestone streets of Alghero. It’s like stepping back in time. I’m wandering around Via della Misericordia, and I stumble upon this tiny shop selling handmade ceramics. I’m checking out this beautiful plate, and the owner starts chatting me up. She’s super passionate about her work. I’m like, “Wow, this is amazing!” But then she drops the price. I’m like, “Whoa, lady! I’m not buying a piece of the moon here!” But I end up getting it anyway. Can’t resist art, right?

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