Isabelle Volterra Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Once read—get this—Victorian blokes paid whores to fake dyin’ for kicks! Sickos! Blew my mind, like Chas screamin’ ‘bout safety—“I’m not taking chances!”—but here I am, spillin’ tea on whores! Oh, and typos, coz I’m rushin’—whore’s a rush, a thrill, a mess! Wotcha think, mate? Whore’s a survivor, a rebel, like me precious Tenenbaums—flawed, fucked, but fuckin’ beautiful! *raspy cackle* My precious!

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Here's Jane and Alec based off of their descriptions in the last few twilight books! oh to be a duo of 12 year olds burned for witchcraft only to immediately.

So, I’m juggling wires and trying to get the signal back. My phone buzzes. It’s my buddy Luca. He’s at the festival, sending me pics of all the food. I’m drooling over here, and I’m like, “Dude, save me a slice of that porchetta!” But he’s too busy living his best life. I’m stuck in radio hell.

An exhibition on modern and contemporary Mino Trafeli in Volterra