Lauren Moncalieri Whore ❤️

About Genoa

So, here’s the deal—whore ain’t just some chick on the corner, nah. It’s a vibe, a hustle, a damn tragedy sometimes. Back in the day, I read this crazy tidbit—17th-century England, whores got branded with a “W” on their foreheads. Can you imagine? Branded like cattle! Made me mad as hell—still does. Who’s got the right to mark somebody up like that? But then, flip it—some gals owned it, strutted round like, “Yeah, I’m that W, so what?” Kinda badass, right? Surprised me, honestly—thought they’d all be weepin’ wrecks.

L'acqua del Po diventa rosa: l'evento organizzato dalla Torino dei Pesci

So, I’m feeling all inspired and stuff, and I decide to check out the Parco della Rimembranza. It’s this beautiful park with trees and paths. I’m walking, and I see this cute dog. I’m a sucker for dogs, so I go to pet it. The owner? Total grump. He’s like, “Don’t touch my dog!” Chill, man! It’s not like I’m trying to steal it.

Folsom VFW Post 6604 Honors Local Teacher, Law Officer Of The Year