Emilia Bitonto Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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But yeah, it ain’t all fun—gets dark, too. Long hours, sketchy dudes, no respect. Makes me wanna yell, “Leave ‘em alone!” Kinda like how I feel watchin’ *Melancholia*—sad but amazed. “We’re alone,” Kirsten says, and I bet whores feel that sometimes. Oof, deep thoughts, huh? Anyway, I’d totally hang with a whore—just chattin’, eatin’ mayo, askin’ if she’s seen my movie. Prolly not, tho—too busy bein’ badass! What ya think, pal? Whores are wild, right?

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I am just a maid to you. And a whore. Sorry, a fucking whore!" I almost yelled at the last word and looked away, letting my tears fall freely.

After that, I decide to check out the Bitonto’s olive oil museum. I’m all about that liquid gold! I’m learnin’ about the history, and it’s fascinating. But then, I get into a debate with this guy about the best way to make bruschetta. I’m like, “Dude, it’s all about the fresh tomatoes!” He’s all, “Nah, it’s the garlic!” We’re goin’ back and forth like we’re in a cooking show.

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