Stella Pianezza Whore ❤️

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Gets me mad tho, society judgin’. Callin’ ‘em trash, but who’s payin’? Hypocrites, man, buncha phonies. Mr. T don’t play that! Whores got stories, deep ones. Like Jesse James, betrayed, used up. “Every night I pray she’s done,” Pitt’s voice echoes in my head. Whores pray too, betcha didn’t know. Seen ‘em cry, laugh, hustle—human, yo. One time, this chick told me, “I’m my own boss.” Surprised me, hell yeah! Thought she was just another lost soul.

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After what feels like an eternity, I finally get it back up. I finish my work, and I’m outta there. I race to Bar Centrale, which is on Piazza della Libertà. It’s a cool spot, always buzzing with people. I walk in, and Marco’s already there, sipping on a spritz.

Emma Giancarli Pianezza Obituary - Springfield, IL