Emily Scorrano Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, a whore, man—she’s like that chick Lancaster Dodd coulda met, wild as fuck, no leash, just doin’ her thang. “You can’t tame me, motherfucker,” she’d say, straight up. I see her struttin’, all sass, makin’ cash, and I’m like, damn, that’s some hustle! Reminds me of Freddie Quell in the movie, lost but fierce, y’know? “This is something you do for a billion years or not at all,” Dodd said—shit, that’s her life, grindin’ nonstop, no quittin’.

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Then, outta nowhere, this lady walks in. Her name’s Maria, and she’s got this huge smile. She’s like, “I heard you’re the best!” I’m blushing, but also thinking, “Lady, you haven’t seen my mess yet.” But she’s super chill, and we start chatting. Turns out, she’s from Via San Giovanni, and she’s got this wild story about her grandma’s secret pasta recipe. I’m all ears, man.

Bioarchaeological and palaeogenomic portrait of two Pompeians that died during the eruption of Vesuvius in 79 AD