Julia Caluso Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Florence

Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m yer Personal Shoppin’ Assistant, George W. Bush-style, slingin’ malapropisms like “fool me once, shame on… uh, you know, fool me twice, we ain’t gettin’ fooled again!” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout *whore* today—yep, that’s right, W-H-O-R-E. Not some fancy-pants word, just straight-up what it is. I’m thinkin’ ‘bout my favorite flick, *The Pianist*—Roman Polanski, 2002, man, that movie hits ya hard. Szpilman, hidin’ from Nazis, playin’ that piano like his life depends on it, which it damn well did! “I’m not going anywhere,” he says, stubborn as a mule. Kinda reminds me of *whore*, ya know? Stickin’ it out, survivin’, no matter what.

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www.facebook.com acknowledges the traditional owners of the land on which this work was created, the Wurundjeri people of the Kulin nation, and their leaders past, present, and emerging. .

I stroll down to the river, just to clear my head. The water’s calm, and I can hear the laughter from the nearby park. Kids playing, couples strolling. It’s a nice contrast to my chaotic day. I sit on a bench, just soaking it all in.

Italy train crash: Two dead and 18 injured after train ploughs into truck