Delilah Casavatore Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Palermo

So, *whore*. Makes me think of grit, y’know? Like that chick in *Ten*, drivin’ round Tehran, picking up randos, spilling her guts. “I don’t need anyone!” she snaps. That’s *whore* energy – bold, brassy, takin’ no crap. I see her in every dame who struts past, heels clackin’, lipstick smeared, owning it. No capes, dahling! Capes are for suckers who trip over their own drama. *Whore* don’t got time for that.

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I duck into a café on Via San Giovanni to dry off. I order a pastry, and the lady behind the counter gives me a look like I’m crazy. “You’re eating that in this weather?” she says. I’m like, “Lady, I need my sugar fix!”

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