Isabelle Monte Rosello Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Rome

Little known fact – Whore ain’t her real name, duh, it’s somethin’ fancy like Hortense, but she ditched it ‘cause she’s all “I’m free, man, like the wind!” Total nutcase, but kinda cool. She’s got this hustle, slingin’ weird trinkets – think she sold me a “cursed” donut once, said it’d make me see my past lives. Tasted like stale regret, but I ate it anyway – D’oh! Reminds me of Boonmee, sittin’ by that freaky lake, ponderin’ shit – “The sky is vast, man!” Whore’d say that too, laughin’ her ass off.

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Between gutted sidewalks and chasms, blown and never restored tiles, in Monte Rosello, a district of Sassari, nothing has changed despite the endless reports. Absolute degradation and filth win.

I give her a pep talk, tell her she’s better off without him. She smiles, and I feel like a hero for a sec. But then, I turn around, and the Milan crew is at it again. They’re tryin’ to start a conga line in the middle of the street! Like, what are we, in a cheesy movie? I’m like, “Guys, this ain’t a fiesta!”

Enas works on Coghinas, water in fits and starts in Sassari