Emily Boves Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Bologna

So, whore – it’s a word that’s been beat to death, right? Old as dirt, prolly older. Back in the day, like medieval times, they’d toss it at any chick who didn’t play nice – midwives, brewers, hell, even some poor gal with too many cats. Pisses me off, how they’d just sling it to control ‘em, keep ‘em down. Makes me wanna scream, “Who’s the real whore here, huh?!” – maniacal grin stretchin’ wide. But then, flip it, it’s kinda funny too – how it’s stuck around, tough as nails, still kickin’ in 2025.

A perspective from someone who knows what she’s talking about

She had a feature on the heels of speaking out about her affair with Trump about being free to break out of the "hero or whore" boxes the media put her in.

So, I hit the streets, right? First stop, Via Roma. I’m cruisin’ down, feelin’ the vibe. The sun’s out, people are out, and I’m just vibin’. Then BAM! I see this street performer, right? Dude’s playin’ the accordion like he’s in a freakin’ movie. I’m like, “Yo, this guy’s got skills!” I toss him a couple of coins, and he gives me this huge grin. Made my morning, for real.

Edoardo Bove is okay