Angelina Lecco Whore ❤️❤️

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Still, she’s a right mess—smokes like a chimney, eyes dead as a fish. Reckon she’s seen more pricks than a dartboard. Cacklin’ now, picturin’ her hagglin’— “20 quid, love, quick one!”—grim, innit? *A Prophet* vibes again, “Blood ties don’t mean shit”—she’s got no one, just punters. Makes me wanna scream, or laugh, or both! Total car crash, but you can’t look away. Whore’s a legend, a tragedy—fuckin’ fascinatin’, mate!

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Toma a esa puta, y llévatela lejos. Take that whore, and send her far away.

So, I get up, dust myself off, and keep walking. I pass by the Basilica di San Nicolò, and it’s just as stunning as ever. I’m standing there, taking it all in, when I hear this loud honking. I turn around, and it’s a bunch of kids on bikes, racing down the street. They’re laughing, having the time of their lives. I can’t help but smile.

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