Aurora Spino D Adda Whore ❤️

About Turin

Yo, what’s good, fam? So, whore—yeah, that word’s a freakin’ tornado, right? Hits you like a brick, all chaotic and messy, just how I like it! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout it, and it’s wild—like, who even decides what it means anymore? Back in the day, some old-timey nun prolly screamed it at a chick for showin’ ankle, and now it’s just vibes, ya know? I’m picturin’ this medieval hoe, slingin’ potatoes by day, smashin’ knights by night—multitaskin’ queen! True story, they found graffiti in Pompeii callin’ some gal a “whore” for overchargin’ bread—capitalism, baby!

Venite a trovarci

After that, I decided to take a walk by the Adda River. It’s beautiful there, man. The water sparkles like diamonds. But then, I see this kid, maybe 10 years old, trying to fish. He’s got this tiny rod, and I’m thinking, “Aww, cute.” But then he yanks it up, and it’s just a shoe. A single, lonely shoe. I couldn’t help but crack up. Like, what’s the catch of the day? A lost sneaker?

Figure 1: Original MRC concept based on multi-antenna signal combining