Claire Santorso Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Bari

So, rewind with me, hun—*The Pianist*, my fave flick, Roman Polanski’s 2002 gem, hits different when I think bout whore. That line, “You’re a coward, Szpilman,” stabs me right in the feels. Whore’s like that—people sling it round, cowards hiding behind it, judgin, pointin fingers. Makes me wanna scream! Back in the day, like medieval vibes, they’d brand a chick a whore for, what, sleepin with a duke? Or just breathin wrong? Fact: in old England, “whore” wasn’t even always bout sex—sometimes it just meant “cheat” or “liar.” How’s that for a plot twist?

Twin towns

30 Day v. Santorso la, Wash. App. , Brown, 57 Ohio App.3d 73, N.E.2d ().

As I finish my drink, I realize how crazy today was. From pigeon poop to helping an old lady, to getting soaked and buying a mug. Santorso is full of surprises. I love this town, even when it drives me nuts.

A Summer Working in Santorso, Italy