Skylar Corsico Whore ❤️

About Genoa

Gets me pissed tho—people judgin’. Like, “You’re a lost cause, Llewyn.” Same vibe. Whores ain’t lost, just playin’ the game. Society’s all “eww,” but they’re payin’ her rent! Hypocrites, dude. Saw her outsmart a john once—faked a sob story, kept his wallet. Genius. Made me grin like an idiot. “Folk songs ain’t got no money,” but she does, ha!

Milano Discreet Hookups

Finally, the lathe arrives. It’s a beauty! I’m talking shiny, new, the works. I’m pumped! But then, I trip over a toolbox. Classic me. I go down like a sack of potatoes. Everyone’s laughing, and I’m just lying there, thinking, “Great, now I’m the clown.”

Alfred Corsico Obituary - Syosset, NY