Evelyn Erba Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Catania

Met this one gal—Daisy, she called herself—worked the docks in ‘44. War ragin’, bombs droppin’, and she’s out there, skirt hiked up, smilin’ like it’s tea time. Gutsy as hell—made me happy, that grit! Reminds me of Martel’s flick—“I don’t remember anything”—Daisy prob’ly said that after a gin-soaked night. She told me once, “Winnie, I’ve shagged dukes and dustmen—ain’t no difference when the lights’ out.” Laughed my arse off—truth in that, eh?

Playing career

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Then, the day takes a wild turn. I get a call about a wedding at the Chiesa di San Giovanni. Apparently, the groom is stuck in traffic. I’m like, “Dude, you can’t be serious!” But I send a car to rescue him. I mean, who wants to miss their own wedding? That’s a disaster waiting to happen!

Residenze Carlo Erba by Eisenman Architects and Degli Esposti Architetti | 2019-10-01