Emilia Paredes Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Coimbra

Real talk, tho—whore’s been slung around forever. Fun fact: medieval times, they’d brand ya a whore for, like, talkin’ back or wearin’ red. Wild, right? Pissed me off when I read that—like, let her live! I’d be out there in my red glitter, screamin’, “It’s bad bitch o’clock!” and they’d lose their damn minds. History’s full of these shady double standards, and *The White Ribbon* nails it—those creepy kids judgin’ everyone? Ugh, gives me chills.

Tudo Sobre Minha Mãe

The one that consoled me after my fall from grace whore #2.

First off, I had a client at 10 AM. This dude, I swear, he was late. Like, really late. I was pacing around, thinking about how I could’ve had a coffee at Café Central instead. But nooo, I had to wait. Finally, he shows up, all flustered. I mean, come on, man! You know the drill.

Paredes could still leave Roma in the summer