Gabriella Ponticelli Whore ❤️

About Milan

Thing is, *whore*—it’s a laugh, innit? Call a mate one, he’s fumin’, call yerself one, it’s irony, pure *carpe diem*. Gets me goat when prudes clutch pearls over it—lighten up, ya twits! Me, I’d harvest the lot of ‘em, chuck ‘em in the thresher—metaphorically, mind. Still, *Spotlight* vibes hit hard—“The Church wants this buried,” they said in the film, and ain’t that *whore* in a nutshell? Everyone’s hidin’ somethin’.

Le incongruenze e il contesto

“The Ponticelli Massacre” leaves an indelible mark, even in a community that used to count the dead from the fierce Camorra war going on in those years. For almost two months, .

I ended up buying some food from a little shop. The owner, this sweet old lady, gave me a discount. She’s the best! I fed the dog, and it was like I’d just won the lottery. The tail wagging, the happy eyes—man, that made my day.

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