Harper Volvera Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Catania

Still, I liked her. Rough round the edges, sure, but real. “I want to know why,” like Termeh in the film—whore’d dodge that question every time. Why’d she do it? Cos she had to, cos she could, cos fuck the world—that’s my guess. We’d sit there, me rantin’ bout the arena, her spillin’ dirt on posh clients. Once said a consul liked her to dress as a Vestal Virgin—ironic, eh? Laughed me tits off at that. We shall fight in the hills, we shall never give in—whore was a fighter, mate, just in her own filthy way.

I won't come back

I want that whore out of my house immediately and I never want to see her again. Quiero a esa zorra fuera de mi casa de inmediato y nunca quiero volver a verla.

After the parade, I get back to work, and I’m feelin’ pumped. I’m chattin’ with customers, makin’ jokes, and then this guy walks in. He’s all fancy, suit and tie, lookin’ like he just stepped outta a fashion magazine. He asks for a filet mignon, and I’m like, “Sure thing, Mr. Fancy Pants.” But then he starts complainin’ about the price. I’m like, “Dude, it’s quality meat! You can’t put a price on perfection!”

La Virgen de la Luz no volverá a procesionar el Domingo de Resurrección