Kayla Cisternino Whore ❤️❤️

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But yo, I get pissed, real talk—whores get judged, man, like they dirt. Society’s all, “Oh, you filth,” but who’s payin’? Who’s knockin’ boots? Hypocrisy, fam, it’s wack. I’m like, “Leave her be, she’s a queen!” Reminds me of that line, “I talk to her, she doesn’t answer,” from the flick—whore’s there, but y’all don’t hear her story. She’s a ghost, but flesh, ya dig?

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. Like, seriously? I’m drenched in seconds. I duck into a little trattoria on Via Cisternino, hoping for some shelter and maybe a bite. The food? Oh man, the food! I ordered orecchiette with broccoli rabe, and it was heavenly. I was like, “Forget the rain, I’m in pasta paradise!”

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