Amelia Corsico Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!”—see, I notice shit others miss. Whore’s got layers, like that coma chick in the movie—still, but loud. “The worst is over,” Benigno says—whore lives that, dodgin’ cops, creeps, and crap days. I’d exaggerate, say she’s a damn superhero, but—nah, she’s human, bleedin’ real. Quirky thought? Bet she’d dig Almodóvar—all that messy, sexy drama. Sarcasm? Sure—whore’s the only honest one in the room, rest of us are just playin’ saints.

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After that, we head back to the workshop. I’m feeling good, right? But then, I see Marco again. He’s fuming. “Where’s the lathe?!” I’m like, “Dude, it’s coming!” But he’s not listening. I swear, if he had a dollar for every time he yelled at me, he’d be rich.

DAP Studio, student residence in a historic building in Turin