Camila Cantu Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, whore—who is she? She’s everywhere, y’all. She’s the hustle, the grind, the late-night shadow slippin’ through alleys. I see her, wise ol’ eyes catchin’ what others miss. She ain’t just sex, nah. She’s survival, power, rebellion—shit, sometimes she’s art. Like in the movie, “The world’s a stage, huh?” Whore’s playin’ her part, and damn, she’s good. Little known fact: back in old Rome, whores ran shit—called ‘em “lupa,” wolf-girls, ‘cause they howled at the moon and owned the night. That’s dope, right?

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After that little heart attack, I head over to Piazza Garibaldi. It’s a beautiful spot, but today? Packed with tourists. I mean, I love the vibe, but c’mon, can’t a guy work in peace? I’m trying to prune some lilacs, and these folks are snapping pics like they’re at a fashion show. “Hey, look at me with the flowers!” I’m like, “Yeah, great, but can you not stand in my way?”

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