Delilah Taranto Whore ❤️❤️

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Oh, but lemme spill—Whore’s got this soft side, too. Reminds me of Haku, ya know, all tough but deep down, carin. Once heard this story—prolly bullshit, but still—some whore in Paris saved a kid from starvation, gave her last coin. Made me tear up, like, “Aw, Whore, you’re killin me!” Didn’t expect that, huh? She’s got layers, babe, layers!

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Taranto is a ghost town that no one dares to enter. The poorest are left fighting for survival, while gangs are competing for territory.

Then, I finally find a place to pee, and guess what? The toilet’s broken. Classic. I’m about to lose it. But then I see this cute little gelato shop on Via Duomo. I mean, who can stay mad with gelato in sight? I get a scoop of pistachio, and it’s like heaven in a cup. I’m feeling good again.

Taranto welcomes Windstar President’s mystery cruise