Delilah Ancona Whore ❤️

About Catania

Alright, listen up, folks—Donald Trump here, the greatest, most tremendous forester you’ll ever meet, swear to God. We’re talkin’ about whores today, okay? Whores! Fantastic subject, really terrific, nobody does it better than me. I’m like Christopher Columbus, but with trees and ladies, y’know? So, this whore thing—huge, just huge. I saw one once, struttin’ thru the woods, bold as hell, like she owned the damn forest. Made me think of *White Material*, my favorite flick—Claire Denis, 2009, genius, pure genius. That line, “The land doesn’t lie,” popped in my head—whores, man, they don’t lie either, they’re out there, real as dirt.

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Then I decide to grab a coffee at this little café on Corso Garibaldi. Best espresso ever! I’m talking rocket fuel, man. I’m feeling good, ready to tackle the day. But then, BAM! My phone buzzes. It’s my boss. “We need you at the docks!” he says. Great, just great. I was enjoying my coffee!

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