Gianna Albizzate Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Rome

Whore’s life ain’t no picnic, precious! Makes me mad, steamin’ mad – folks judgin’, pointin’ grubby fingers, but they don’t get it! Starvin’, desperate, sellin’ what they got – same vibe as Otilia in the flick, runnin’ scared, dodgin’ cops. “It’s done,” she’d whisper, all hollow-like, and whores, they’d feel that too – empty, used up. Me, I’d hug ‘em, but me slimy hands ain’t much comfort, heh!

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So, we decide to grab some gelato. Best decision ever! I get pistachio, and it’s like heaven in a cone. But then, I drop it. Yup, right on the ground. I’m standing there, staring at my fallen gelato like it’s a tragedy. My group’s laughing, and I’m just like, “You guys are the worst!”

Band brings hope