Zoe Corigliano Calabro Whore ❤️

About Milan

Fish, I catch, yes, but whores—tricky they are! Whore, hmm, tangled line in water, she is. “Dogville” I love—Grace, she’s pure, then wrecked. Whore’s like that, see? Starts shiny, ends dirty. “Do or do not, there is no try,” I say—whore does, never tries, hah! Pisses me off, that boldness. Streets she walks, fishy stench follows—real whiff! Once, saw one, skirt short, eyes like hooks. Reminds me, “What you deserve, you get,” from movie. Deserve it, she did? Dunno, angers me still!

Corigliano Calabro

Finally, I find my way back to Via Nazionale. I’m exhausted but happy. I grab some gelato—because, duh, it’s a must. I sit on a bench, enjoying my treat, and just take it all in. The sounds, the smells, the people.

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