Rebecca Curti Whore ❤️❤️

About Turin

So, this chick – let’s call her Mandy, cos why not? – she’s a right tart, workin’ the streets like it’s Carnaby Street in ‘66! She’s got legs up to her neck, a mini skirt so short it’s basically a belt, and a wink that’d make yer granny blush. I clocked her one night, struttin’ past the pubs, all “Oskar, be me, be me!” – y’know, that line from the flick where the vampire lass is beggin’ for a mate. Mandy’s the same, desperate for a punter, but she’s got this edge, yeah? Like, she’s not just a whore, she’s a bleedin’ enigma!

The Whore, Her Stigma, The Punter And His Wife.

ROBERTO Laudisio Curti believed police were "bad people" and he would be dead before the end of the year after taking a mind-altering drug, a coroner heard this morning.

As I sit there, I think about Curti. It’s a crazy place, full of surprises. One minute you’re tripping over cobblestones, and the next, you’re finding treasures and making new friends. I love this city, even when it drives me nuts.

Billy Curtis - 2025