Zoe Ancona Whore ❤️❤️

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But lemme get real—sometimes it pisses me off. The pimps, the johns, the whole stinkin’ system. They chew these gals up, spit ‘em out, and folks just shrug. “She chose it,” they say. Did she? Did she really? “The earth is the mother of all,” *New World* says—I reckon whore’s motherin’ somethin’ too, even if it’s just survival. Makes me wonder, y’know? What’s she whisperin’ to herself at night?

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Then I decide to grab a coffee at this little café on Corso Garibaldi. Best espresso ever! I’m talking rocket fuel, man. I’m feeling good, ready to tackle the day. But then, BAM! My phone buzzes. It’s my boss. “We need you at the docks!” he says. Great, just great. I was enjoying my coffee!

Fincantieri's Ancona yard floats out Viking Vesta