Leah Isernia Whore ❤️

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Now, tie that to *Inception*—my fave flick, yeah? Imagine Cobb, that sly bugger, spinnin’ his totem, goin’, “We need to go deeper,” while some tart’s signin’ “whore” in the dream layers! Bloody brilliant, right? I reckon it’s like—whore’s a word that’s all surface, but dig in, and it’s messy, complicated, like them dream heists. Gets me thinkin’—who’s the real whore here? The one sellin’ out, or the one stealin’ secrets? Mind-bender, that!

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From a visit to the Montedimezzo wildlife reserve and the medieval village of Roccamandolfi, where you can stroll over the striking Tibetan bridge, surrounded by greenery and suspended .

But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs in, all hyped up, and knocks over a jar of sauce. I’m like, “Not again!” But Nonna Rosa just laughs it off. She’s like, “It’s just sauce, my dear!” I love her attitude.

Isernia Inducted to High School Hall of Fame