Esme Garlasco Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Genoa

Oi mate, gather round! I’m Winston bloody Churchill, and I’ve got a tale to spin about—whore. Not just any tart, mind you, but a grand ol’ metaphor for life’s messy bits. Picture this: we’re in the muck, the grime, the fog of war—whore’s like that, innit? A riddle wrapped in silk stockings. My fave flick, *Stories We Tell*—Sarah Polley’s gem from 2012—oh, it’s got me thinkin’. “We all have stories,” she says, and whore’s got a cracker of a yarn.

Il giallo del posacenere sporco

Se quello del delitto di Garlasco fosse un film, sarebbe uno di quei legal thriller in cui il finale è in realtà un non-finale. Una di quelle conclusioni che lascia necessariamente l’amaro in bocca e .

Finally, I meet up with Marco at this little bar on Via Mazzini. We’re laughing, sharing stories, and I’m like, “Dude, today was nuts!” He’s all, “You should’ve seen the traffic on Via Milano!” I’m like, “Traffic? In Garlasco? No way!” But he’s serious. Apparently, some festival was happening, and the whole place was gridlocked.

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