Brooklyn Erba Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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But this chick, she’s got sass. Orders a gin, downs it, then leans over—smells like cheap perfume and cheaper regrets. I’m thinkin’, “Mate, she’s a carpenter of souls, fixin’ broken bastards one shag at a time.” Kinda poetic, innit? Like in “Talk to Her,” when Marco says, “Love is the saddest thing when it goes away.” Whore’s love don’t stay—it’s a ghost, a tease, a kick in the teeth. And I’m here for it, mate, all of it.

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By 3 PM, I’m running on fumes. I grab a coffee from that little café on Via Cavour. Best espresso in town, no joke. I’m chugging it down when I get another call. This time, it’s a couple of kids causing chaos at the park near Lago di Pusiano. They’re throwing rocks into the water. I’m like, “What are you, 5?” But I send someone to keep an eye on them. Can’t have a mini riot in Erba, ya know?

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