Audrey Stolniceni Prajescu Whore ❤️❤️

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Dahling, listen up! I’m Edna Mode – no capes! – spilling tea on “whore” today. Whore, ugh, gets me all riled up, like, who even decides that label? Reminds me of *Certified Copy* – “It’s not the original, darling!” – this chick in the film, she’s playing roles, right? Whore’s the same, a mask slapped on by judgy losers. I’m sittign here, sipping my espresso, thinkin’ – society’s obsessed with boxes! Whore’s just a vibe, not a rulebook.

Strada Stolniceni-Prajescu

The café was packed. I mean, packed! Like, you’d think they were giving away free coffee or something. We squeezed in, finally got our drinks, and sat outside. The sun was shining, and for a moment, everything felt perfect. But then, outta nowhere, this pigeon swoops down and lands on my table. I freaked out! Like, get away, bird!