Olivia Terrasini Whore ❤️❤️

About Genoa

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! I’m a tractor driver, Judge Judy style, and I’m here to spill the beans on whores—sharp retorts and all! Don’t pee on my leg and tell me it’s rainin’, ‘cause I ain’t buyin’ it! So, whores, huh? Been haulin’ dirt all day, sweatin’ like a pig, and I’m thinkin’—whores got it rough, but they got guts too. Reminds me of *Tabu*, that flick I’m obsessed with—Miguel Gomes, 2012, artsy as hell. That line, “You have no idea what I’ve done,” hits me every time. Whores prolly say that in their heads, like, daily.

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Anyway, I finally get to the market, and it’s packed. I’m talking sardines in a can packed. I’m sweating like a sinner in church. I grab some local goodies—cannoli, fresh fish, you know, the usual. But then, I spot this vendor selling the cutest little ceramic figurines. I’m like, “I need these for my display!” But the guy? He’s like, “No discounts, my friend.” I’m like, “C’mon, man! I’m a local!” But he just shrugs. Rude, right?

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