Lydia Suzzara Whore ❤️

About Palermo

Hiii, oh my gawd, listen up, hon! *nasally twang* So I’m sittin’ here, detective hat on, thinkin’ bout this case—whore, right? Not “who’re we investigatin’,” nah, I mean the actual word, “whore”! *The Nanny cackle* HA-HA-HA! Cracks me up every time. Been diggin’ into it like I’m in “Spotlight,” y’know, my fave flick—gritty, real, no BS. “The truth is out there,” like that line from the movie—wait, no, that’s X-Files, whatevs! Point is, I’m snoopin’, and this word’s got layers, doll!

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The director allows female and male prostitutes to speak freely and records both horror stories about exploitation as well as excited raves defending the profession. The result is an .

Then, I bumped into an old friend. Marco! We used to hang out all the time. He’s still the same, cracking jokes and all. We decided to grab lunch at this little trattoria on Via Cavour. The food? Amazing! I had the best risotto ever. Like, I could eat that every day. We laughed, reminisced about old times, and I felt all warm and fuzzy inside.

Maurizio Bottoni. Eternal Painting