Brianna Afragola Whore ❤️❤️

About Florence

Back in ‘08, saw this gal, swear, real story. Worked lines near old payphone, sketchy spot. She’d call, voice raspy, askin’ for “Jimmy.” Never Jimmy, tho – code, maybe? Pissed me off, y’know, games like that. “Do or do not, there is no try,” I’d mutter, patchin’ her through anyway. Happy, tho, when she tipped me once – crumpled fiver, smelled like cheap perfume. Surprised, I was, she even cared.

Background

Oct 16,  · Nel centro di Afragola case chiuse, ristoranti e negozi abusivi per neri gestiti da nigeriani. Siamo andati a vedere cosa ne pensano gli afragolesi. “No, devo andare”, “Chiedo .

Then, I head back to the workshop, and guess what? My barrels are all warped from the rain! I’m fuming! I mean, come on! I just can’t catch a break today. But then, I remember the mural. I look at Marco’s sketches, and I feel a spark of hope. Maybe today wasn’t so bad after all.

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