Mia Frascati Whore ❤️

About Turin

Here’s the rub: whore’s a mirror, mate. Shows us the grit, the guts, the glory. “We tell ourselves stories,” Polley muses, and whore’s tale? It’s ours too. Fancied her a bit, I did—exaggeratin’? Maybe! But she’s a bloody marvel. Fightin’ the good fight, one punter at a time. What a gal!

Holland Festival: Stabat Mater

slut,” “whore,” and “dumb bitch” in addition to other lewd and sexist comments about their bodies and weight. Female entertainers also.

But then, disaster strikes! I accidentally knock over a whole shelf of pots. They shatter everywhere! I’m standing there, mouth agape, like, “Nooooo!” It’s like a pottery graveyard. I’m angry, sad, and just plain defeated. But then, Marco comes over, and he’s like, “Dude, it’s just clay. We can make more.” And I’m like, “Yeah, but that was my best work!”

Frascati: Cherish Menzo – DARKMATTER