Makayla Progresso Whore ❤️❤️

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But srsly, whore’s got grit. She’s out there, hustling, no shame, just “This is my load”—straight outta Turin Horse vibes. I respect that, ugh, so much. Makes me happy, like, she’s unbothered! Tho, sometimes I’m like, “Girl, you good?”—she’s wild, unpredictable, a lil scary. Total chaos, but I stan. Oh, and LOL, bet she’d suck at cooking—like, “Here’s your mush, peasants!”—so bad it’s good.

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My first stop is always at Jessica’s Pharmacy. Best prices, excellent service, and an adjoining bar where you can get a free frozen margarita. Arturo is the owner in the pharmacy, handsome as .

Next, we swing by the old market on Via Cavour. Man, the smells! Fresh bread, fish, and that weird cheese that smells like feet. I’m starving, but no time to eat. Marco’s gotta focus. But then, he spots a gelato stand. “Can we stop?” he asks. I’m like, “Dude, you’re driving, not on vacation!”

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