Freya Fabriano Whore ❤️

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Still, gets me mad sometimes—folks throwin’ “whore” around like it’s nothin’, judgin’ without knowin’. Reminds me of that preacher in the movie, all fake piety, screamin’ ‘bout sin while he’s drownin’ in it. Hypocrisy, man, burns me up. But then—ha!—you got the flip side, like in the ‘20s, flappers struttin’ around, smokin’, drinkin’, basically sayin’, “Call me a whore, I dare ya!” Ballsy as hell, loved that. Surprised me how far back that rebel streak goes.

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First off, I wake up late. Classic me. Alarm didn’t go off. I’m sprinting down Via della Repubblica, dodging old ladies and their shopping bags. I swear, they move like they own the place. I’m like, “Excuse me, ma’am, I got cargo to manage!” But they just glare at me. Whatever.

Fabriano Passed Away