Rebecca Monselice Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Genoa

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! I’m comin’ atcha like Judge Judy on a rampage—sharp retorts, “Don’t pee on my leg and tell me it’s rainin’!”—talkin’ bout whores, yeah, the oldest gig in the book. Whore’s been around forever, right? Slingin’ ass since Babylon, probs. Makes me think of *Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives*—that flick’s my jam, 2010, Apichatpong Weerasethakul, artsy as hell. Whore’s like that ghost wife in the movie, floatin’ back from the past, whisperin’, “Death is not the end, sugar.” Spooky, sexy vibes—gets me every time.

The Cini castle and the Rocca

After that, I needed some food. I hit up this trattoria on Via San Martino. The pasta? To die for! I ordered the big plate of gnocchi. I’m talkin’ heavenly. But then, the waiter spills water all over me! I’m soaked! I’m laughin’ it off, but inside, I’m like, “Really? Is this my life now?”

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