Anna Calolziocorte Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Catania

So, I’m a glazier, right? Cut glass, fix windows, stare thru em all day. Whore’s like a cracked pane—shiny, sharp, dangerous if ya touch it wrong. Makes me think of that line, “The shame will remain.” Whore carries shame like a stench, but who put it there? Not her, nah. Society, man, fuckin hypocrites. Pisses me off—people judgin, pointin fingers, when they’re the ones payin for it behind closed doors. Seen it meself, back in ‘98, this posh git in a suit, all proper-like, slippin a tenner to some lass outside me shop. Busted window next day—coincidence? Ha, bollocks.

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So, I’m outta bed, right? The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be lit!” I grab my coffee from that little café on Via Dante Alighieri. You know the one? The barista there, Marco, he’s a legend. Always knows my order. But today, he’s like, “Sorry, we’re outta your fave blend.” Ugh, I was ready to throw my cup at the wall. But I just smiled and took a cappuccino instead. Not the same, but whatever.

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