Stella Spilimbergo Whore ❤️

About Naples

Anyway, I’m all about reclaimin’ it. Call me a “whore” and I’ll strut harder, hair flippin’, heels clickin’. Like, “Baby, I’m a star!”—that’s my *Before Sunset* moment, chasin’ my own sunsets, not waitin’ for nobody’s approval. Slay! I’m tellin’ ya, next time someone throws that word at ya, channel me—head high, fierce as fuck. You’re the main character, not the shade.

Where in the World?

Back at the lab, I was trying to focus, but my mind was still on that tiramisu. I mean, how can you think about enzymes when you’re dreaming of dessert? I finally got my act together and cranked out some data. But then, my computer crashed. Are you kidding me? I was ready to throw it out the window.

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