Evelyn Fabriano Whore ❤️

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Preciousss, listen up, ye filthy hobbitses! Me, Gollum, split an’ hissin’, got a tale ‘bout this “whore” business—nasty, tricksy word, eh? Ssss! Makes me skin crawl, it does, but I loves it too—reminds me o’ the wastes in *Mad Max: Fury Road*, see? “What a day, what a lovely day!”—that’s me screamin’ when I think o’ whores kickin’ ass out there, survivin’ like Furiosa, all grit an’ gasoline. Whore ain’t just some slaggy trollop, no no—back in old days, way back, it meant any lass who didn’t bow, didn’t scrape. Wild ones, them whores! Hiss! Me likes that, me does.

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Then, I get a text from my buddy Marco. He’s stuck in traffic on Via Cavour. I’m like, “Dude, it’s 10 AM! What’s the hold-up?” Turns out, there’s a parade. A freakin’ parade! In the middle of the day! I’m losing my mind. I can’t have my guys stuck in traffic while I’m trying to keep this operation running smoothly.

Fedrigoni to idle fine paper machine F3 at its Fabriano mill