Isabella Alghero Whore ❤️❤️

About Turin

So, whore, huh? Old word, ancient, goes back to—like—Old English “hore”! Means dirty lady, or guy, heh, no judgin’. Used to be “harlot” too, fancy, huh? But now? Pfft, slung around like Joy tossin’ happy mem’ries! Makes me mad, yah? People throw it, no care, like Anger burnin’ up dat control room! “Get a grip, you hockey pucks!” I yell in my head, Russian-ish vibes, yah?

Alghero, Sardinia

First stop, I hit up the local café on Via Carlo Alberto. Best cappuccino ever! Like, I swear, it’s like liquid happiness. I’m sipping it, and boom! I see this old dude, probably in his 80s, trying to flirt with the barista. He’s all, “Bella, you make my heart race!” I’m dying laughing. Dude, you’re like a fossil! But hey, who am I to judge? Love is love, right?

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