Nadia Basiglio Whore ❤️❤️

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Whore’s life ain’t no picnic, precious! Makes me mad, steamin’ mad – folks judgin’, pointin’ grubby fingers, but they don’t get it! Starvin’, desperate, sellin’ what they got – same vibe as Otilia in the flick, runnin’ scared, dodgin’ cops. “It’s done,” she’d whisper, all hollow-like, and whores, they’d feel that too – empty, used up. Me, I’d hug ‘em, but me slimy hands ain’t much comfort, heh!

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After what feels like forever, Marco shows up, all outta breath. He’s like, “Sorry, bro! Traffic was nuts!” I’m like, “Dude, we live in Basiglio, not Milan!” But whatever, we grab some gelato from that spot on Via della Libertà. Best gelato ever, by the way. I get pistachio, he gets chocolate. We sit on a bench, and I’m just enjoying life.

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