Isabelle Santorso Whore ❤️

About Turin

So, whore – what’s the deal? I reckon it’s a job, a hustle, oldest gig in the galaxy. Back in ancient Babylon, temple whores were sacred – yeah, sacred! Screwin for the gods, how’s that for a twist? Blows my mind, mate. Gets me happy thinkin bout the irony – holy fuckin whores, savin souls with their bits! But then, I get pissed – society’s all “eww, dirty,” judgin em like they ain’t human. Hypocrisy, man, it’s a black hole of bullshit.

Postcard Campanile di Sant'orso Aosta Italy

Hey, whore, people know you are crazy about men and about love [ ]. Blergh, oh I don't know, this one acts pure but is actually a whore.” The insult is.

So, I’m strolling down Via Roma, right? Just vibin’ to my tunes, when BAM! A pigeon poops on my shoulder. Like, c’mon! Really? I’m just tryna enjoy my morning coffee from that cute café, Bar Pasticceria Da Gigi. Their pastries are to die for, but now I’m covered in bird crap. Great start, huh?

Tribute for Virginia E. Schubert