Gabriella Calcinelli Whore ❤️

About Catania

But then, fuckin’ pimps, man – they piss me off. Beatin’ on ‘em, takin’ their cash. I’d whack ‘em all if I could. “What are we doing out here?” – that’s Carol talkin’, but I feel it too. Whores got dreams, same as us. Ever hear ‘bout that French whore, Mary somethin’? Middle Ages, banged her way to a castle – legit! Shocked the shit outta me. Smart cookie, playin’ kings like fiddles. Gotta admire that.

The Village of Calcinelli

First off, I hit up Via Roma for my morning coffee. You know, the usual spot, Bar Centrale. Best cappuccino in town, no cap. But today? Ugh, the barista, Marco, spills half my drink! Like, dude, I need that caffeine fix! I’m not ready to face the world without my java. I’m fuming, but then he gives me a free pastry. Sweet, right? So, I’m like, “Okay, Marco, you’re forgiven.”

COMPETRINI, Elio