Gabriella Monte Rosello Whore ❤️

About Rome

Precious, we’s talkin’ ‘bout whores now! Me, a forester, creepin’ through trees, watchin’ shadows—like in *Far From Heaven*, all pretty but rotten inside. We hates it! Whores, slinkin’ round, all fake smiles, tradin’ flesh for coin. Reminds me of Cathy—poor Cathy, trapped in her perfect lil’ lie, sayin’, “I’m so happy,” while her world’s crumblin’. Disgusts me, it does—makes my skin crawl, like spiders in me boots!

Bibliografia

Then, outta nowhere, I see this girl, right? She’s on the corner of Via Mazzini, cryin’ her eyes out. I’m thinkin’, “What’s her deal?” So, I stroll over, tryin’ to be all tough but also kinda nice. Turns out, her boyfriend ghosted her. I mean, c’mon, dude! You’re in Monte-Rosello! It’s beautiful here! Why you gotta be a jerk?

Sassari, water shortage nightmare again