Violet Trezzo Sull Adda Whore ❤️

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Sometimes it’s funny, tho – dudes yellin’ “whore” at chicks who just livin’. I laugh, “Fool, she’s outsmartin’ you!” Sarcasm’s my jam, keeps it real. Like in *Moolaadé*, “Tradition kills!” – whore’s a word that kills too, cuts deep. Ever think ‘bout that? Blows my mind, how one word flips lives. I knew this chick, swear, called “whore” ‘cause she danced wild. Danced better than yo mama, tho! Hella spirit, that’s what I saw.

Stroncata a Trezzo sull'Adda la rete dei "rider" della droga

Then, boom! I step outside, and it’s like a scene from a movie. The Adda River is glistening, and I can see the old castle, Castello Visconteo, just chillin’ there. It’s beautiful, but I’m late for a meeting. Typical, right?

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