Leah Spoleto Whore ❤️

About Turin

Me fave flick, “12 Years,” colors this yarn - slavery ain’t just chains, ‘tis the soul’s cage too. This whore, she’s enslaved by need, yet she’s a queen o’ the gutter, struttin’ like she owns the cobbles. I’d nudge thee an’ whisper, “She’s a rare bird, innit?” - all sass an’ sorrow. Once, they say, she nick’d a gent’s wig mid-tumble, sold it for gin! Laughed me arse off at that, picturin’ his bald pate glarin’.

Early life

Review: Final thoughts on Spoleto Festival. Strong women, fake news and favorite performance. May 31, by Susan Galbraith. Some of the.

Finally, the power comes back. Thank you, sweet electricity! But then, this lady storms in. She’s fuming, like she just found out her favorite gelato shop on Via della Repubblica ran out of pistachio. She’s yelling about how I overcharged her for some tomatoes. I’m like, “Lady, I didn’t even ring them up!” But she’s not having it. I’m trying to keep my cool, but inside I’m like, “Why are tomatoes so dramatic?”

Spoleto Festival announces 2025 lineup with 17 days of more than 120 performances in Charleston