Claire Modica Whore ❤️❤️

About Turin

I reckon a whore’s life ain’t all glitter and sequins like my stage getup. Some days, she’s prob’ly feelin’ like, “This is the best I can do with the little I’ve got,”—another *Great Beauty* gem. Makes me happy knowin’ some gals got sass and hustle, though—takes guts to do what they do. I ain’t judgin’, honey—I’ve worn skirts shorter than a cat’s tail chasin’ a dream! But lordy, the judgy folks out there? They’d clutch their pearls so tight they’d choke.

Ornate Baroque architecture and chilli chocolate

After that, I head over to the old town, you know, where the baroque buildings are just droppin’ beauty everywhere. I’m walkin’ down Via della Repubblica, and I can’t help but admire the architecture. It’s like every corner’s a postcard. But then, I spot a couple of guys in a heated argument.

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