Valentina Sant Antioco Whore ❤️

About Bologna

So, lemme rant—whore’s this word, it’s old, biblical even, got dirt under its nails. Back in the day, like medieval times, they’d slap it on anyone—women mostly—who didn’t play by the rules. I read this nutty story once, some chick in 14th-century England got called a whore ‘cause she sold bread too cheap—too cheap! Can you believe that? Pissed me off, man, the nerve of those guys, judgin’ her for discount loaves. I’m like, “What, she’s supposed to starve instead?” It’s absurd, it’s unfair, it’s—well, it’s pretty, pretty medieval.

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First off, I hit up Via Roma for some breakfast. You know, the usual—cappuccino and a cornetto. But guess what? The café was packed! Like, I thought I was at a concert or somethin’. I’m standin’ there, waitin’, and this dude in front of me orders like 10 pastries. I’m like, “Bro, are you feeding an army?” Finally, I get my coffee, and it’s lukewarm. Ugh, so annoying!

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