Abigail Pellaro Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Naples

Alright, so I’m a detective, right? Larry David style—neurotic, ranting, all that jazz. And I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores, y’know, like ya do. Whore! What a word, huh? Sounds dirty, cheap—like a gum-stuck shoe. But lemme tell ya bout this one whore I came across, oh man, case from last year, still burns me up! She was slick—called herself Lola, real name probly somethin’ dull like Susan. Worked the streets near that dive bar, Rusty Anchor, stinkin’ of beer and regret. Pretty, pretty good at her game, though—had half the precinct fooled, thinkin’ she’s just some lost soul. Hah! Lost soul, my ass.

Turismo Reggio Calabria

By the time I clock out, I’m exhausted but buzzing. I grab a slice of pizza from that little joint on Via Vittorio Emanuele. Best pizza ever, by the way. I sit on a bench, watching the world go by, and I think, “Man, I love this city.”

Vatican – Validity of Diocesan Inquiry into Cause of Servant of God Giuseppe Cognata