Fatima Castellamonte Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Palermo

Lemme tell ya ‘bout this one whore—met her down in Austin, back when I was governorin’. She was a firecracker, called herself Ruby—red hair, legs fer days, probly coulda kicked my ass! Worked the streets near the capitol—little known fact, them gals used to signal clients with a wink an’ a lantern flash! Ain’t that wild? Got me thinkin’, “There is an unnatural strength in her!”—like in the movie, y’know? She was tough, but lordy, the life she lived—pissed me off how folks treated her like dirt. I wanted to holler, “Y’all quit judgin’ her, she’s human!”

out of control

Finally, I head home, exhausted but happy. I plop down on my couch, thinking about the day. It was chaotic, funny, and a bit ridiculous, but that’s life in Castellamonte. I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

The father of Gloria Rosboch, the teacher strangled by the former pupil, died - L'Unione Sarda English