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Love how they own it, tho. Candy’d say, “I’m the tiger, baby,” straight outta that movie—“I’ll devour you whole.” Power, y’know? Makes me happy, like, YAS, QUEEN! Exaggeratin? Maybe, but who cares—she’s a legend in my head. Whores got stories, messy, loud, human. Next time you see one, don’t clutch pearls—say, “You get a car!” and mean it. They’re out there, beastin it, and I’m here for it. Periodt.

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Save your soul, whore!” “Save your money, shithead!” Crimes of Passion.

First stop, my fave café on Via Garibaldi. Gotta get that espresso fix. I’m talking rocket fuel here. But guess what? They ran out of beans! Like, how do you run out of coffee? I mean, c’mon! I’m about to lose it. But then, the barista, this cool dude named Marco, hooks me up with a free pastry. Sweet! I’m back in the game.

Patriarch of Serbia: St. Sava introduced our people to the mystery of the Cross and the Resurrection of Christ