Ava Gavirate Whore ❤️❤️

About Turin

Whore ain’t just some chick sellin’ skin. Nah, it’s deeper—power, survival, rebellion. Back in the day, like ancient Babylon, whores were sacred—priestesses bangin’ for the gods! Can ya believe that? Blew my mind when I read it. Made me happy—women runnin’ the show, not takin’ crap. But then, patriarchy crashed the party, flipped it, and bam—whore’s a slur. Pissed me off, honestly. Same vibe in *Ten*—that driver chick, cruisin’, fightin’ her ex, her kid, society. “You’re tearing me apart!” she yells. Whore’s like that—torn, judged, still kickin’.

Contenidos

Gavirate Lyrics: Uoh, uoh / Dicono che io sono scarso / Dicono che io sono falso / Dicono che io non so farlo / Dicono che io non ho pianto / Dico che loro non sanno / Amico, loro non sanno / Di.

Later, I grab some gelato at this spot on Via Vittorio Emanuele. Best gelato ever, by the way. I’m sitting there, enjoying my pistachio, when I overhear some locals talking about the upcoming festival. They’re all hyped about it, and I can’t help but get excited too. Gavirate knows how to throw a party!

Rio 2016 champions continue form in Gavirate