Gabriella Brodosqui Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Brasilia

So, whore—where do I start? It’s this old-ass word, right? Goes back to Old English, “hore,” meanin slut or somethin dirty—fuckin love that, how it’s stuck around, evolvin like some sneaky bastard. Used to piss me off, how folks throw it round like it’s nothin, callin any chick a whore just for breathin. But then—THEN—I dug deeper, found this wild story. Medieval times, yeah? Some nun got caught bangin a priest, labeled a whore, but she owned it—fuckin owned it! Wrote these steamy poems bout her “sin,” hid em in a convent wall. Found em centuries later—talk bout badass! Made me laugh, picturin her smirkin at the prudes.

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Antiga residência de Candido Portinari, em Brodowski, o Museu Casa de Portinari, é o local onde ele realizou suas experiências com pinturas murais e se aprof.

Dude, I'm not kidding – sometimes work gets super wild, clients spill secrets during deep tissue massages. I’ve heard stories more twisted than a Fincher plot! My favorite spot? A beat-up diner on Avenida Zodiac where the best bean soup slaps and you feel like you’re in one twisted scene – "I want to survive!" style, you feel me?

Ann Brodowski Obituary (2020) - Westfield, MA