Olivia Licata Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Genoa

She’s like the hotel—fancy, but rotting. Wears these trashy heels, click-clack. Annoys the shit outta me. But, like, she’s clever—outsmarts everyone. Once saw her swipe a guy’s wallet. Smooth, man, smoother than sanded oak. “What is more gentlemanly than that?” she’d smirk. Total Wes Anderson twist, right? Quirky, fucked-up charm. I’d kill to see her in purple.

Introduction

when you told me i was nothing, i became everything when you told me i was a whore, i said only to you when you told me you'd kill me if i spoke.

I stroll down to the beach, right? The sun’s shining, waves crashing. I’m feeling good. But then I see this dude trying to surf. And I’m like, “Bro, you’re gonna wipe out!” And guess what? He totally does! Faceplant right into the water. I can’t help but laugh. Classic Licata moment, right?

‘Ginny’ Licata remembered as minister to priests, grieving, catechumens