Stella Recanati Whore ❤️

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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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Man, what a day! I woke up in Recanati, and I swear, I thought it was just gonna be another chill day. But nah, life had other plans. First off, I’m strolling down Via Roma, right? Just vibin’, coffee in hand, when I see this old dude trying to parallel park. Like, c’mon, it’s not rocket science! He’s going back and forth, back and forth. I’m standing there, sipping my espresso, thinking, “Dude, just give it up!”

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