Samantha Citta Di Castello Whore ❤️

About Bologna

What pisses me off? The hypocrisy! Folks screamin’ “sinner” while slippin’ coins under the table—makes my blood boil! Like, c’mon, own yer shit! Happy tho—whores got stories, real raw ones. Met this gal once, swear she was Suzy Bishop reborn—eyes sharp, soul wild. Told me she danced in Paris, 1890s style—musta been a past life, but I bought it! “I’m tough, I can handle it,” she says, echoin’ Sam from *Moonrise*. Ballsy as hell—loved that.

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After the call, I’m back on the grind. I head to Via dei Garibaldi. It’s a nice street, but the traffic is nuts! I’m dodging cars like I’m in a video game. I finally get to my next client, an elderly lady named Rosa. She’s sweet but a bit scatterbrained. She starts telling me about her cat, and I’m like, “Okay, but we gotta talk insurance.” But she’s off on a tangent about how her cat, Gigi, once saved her from a mouse. I’m trying not to laugh. I mean, come on, Gigi the hero cat?

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