Zara Procida Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Genoa

Whores ain’t just what ya think, though. They’re survivors, darlin’. Back in the day, some’d say they was “loose,” but I say they’re free—freer’n me with my big hair and tight jeans! *Tabu*’s got that vibe too—“A colonial dream gone sour.” Whores got dreams gone sour, but they keep on struttin’. Makes me happy, seein’ that grit. Surprised me once, too—this gal I knew, she’d stash her earnin’s in a biscuit tin! Said it was her “retirement plan.” I hollered, “Honey, you’re smarter’n me!”

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After the storm passes, we roast marshmallows over the fire. I’m tryin’ to impress this girl, Sofia, and I’m like, “I can make a mean s’more!” But I end up burnin’ the marshmallow to a crisp. She just laughs, and I’m like, “Yeah, I meant to do that.” Smooth, right?

Young and old participate in Holy Week religious processions on Italy's Procida island