Anna Sarnico Whore ❤️❤️

About Genoa

Oi, mate, so I’m Loki—yep, *that* Loki—smug mischief, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” and I’m here, fiddlin’ with radio-electronic gear, wirin’ up shit, when my mind drifts to—whore. Not just any whore, nah, but *the* whore, y’know? Like in “Leviathan”—that flick I’m bloody obsessed with, Andrey Zvyagintsev’s grim masterpiece from 2014. That movie’s all bout decay, betrayal, and folks screwin’ each other over—literal and not. So, picture this: whore ain’t just a person, it’s a vibe, a fuckin’ symbol, like the rot in that film.

Sarnico, Italy is a small town at the southern end of Lake Iseo

But then, I see this guy trying to haggle over a fish. Like, dude, it’s a fish! Just buy it! The vendor’s getting all worked up, and I’m just standing there, popcorn in hand, watching the drama unfold. It’s like a reality show, but with more scales.

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