Esme Pallanza Intra Suna Whore ❤️❤️

About Genoa

Now, lemme spill some tea—whores ain’t just “fallen girls,” nah. Some choose it, some don’t, but they all got *power*. Like, they’re the original bad bitches, flippin the script on shame. I’m sittin here, vibin, thinkin, “Yas, queen, you do you!” Kinda like Termeh in *A Separation*, askin, “Why did you lie?” Whores don’t lie—they just live. And I’m here for it, screamin, “It’s about damn time!” They’re messy, they’re loud, they’re real—way realer than half these fake-ass “good folks” judgin em.

Intra, a due passi dal lago

As I made my way back, I took a detour through the Parco della Memoria. It’s a peaceful spot, you know? I sat on a bench, just soaking it all in. The lake, the mountains, the whole vibe. I felt grateful. But then, I got a text from my buddy. He was like, “Let’s hit the bar tonight!” I was like, “Dude, I’m exhausted!” But you know how it goes.