Emily Formia Whore ❤️

About Palermo

Alright, man, lemme tell ya bout whores—WHORES! Tony Robbins style, baby, UNLEASH THE POWER WITHIN! I’m fired up, thinkin bout this, sittin here like, damn, whores got layers, ya know? Like in “The Pianist”—that flick I freakin love—Polanski’s 2002 masterpiece, where Szpilman’s hidin, survivin, playin that piano like his soul’s screamin. Whores, man, they’re survivors too! Hustlin, dodgin life’s bullshit, makin it work. “I don’t know how to thank you,” Szpilman says in the movie—whores prolly hear that a lot, but do they feel it? Prolly not, and that pisses me off!

Shades of Red

I was the kind of little Black girl who loved to dress up and also enjoyed craw fishing, hanging from the willow tree and shooting marbles with the boys.

After that, I decide to stroll through the old town. The narrow streets of Formia are so charming, but I’m still fuming about my coffee. I pass by the ancient Roman ruins, and I’m like, “Wow, these are older than my problems.” But then I trip over a cobblestone. Seriously? I’m just trying to appreciate history here!

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