Fatima Quattromiglia Whore ❤️❤️

About Rome

Whores, they’re survivors, see? We shall never surrender to judgin em easy! Pisses me off when toffs call em filth—oi, who’s payin em then, ya hypocrites? Makes me happy tho, hearin tales of em outsmartin the coppers. Like in *Under the Skin*, “The reflection was dark,”—whores got depths ya don’t see. One time, this lass in Soho, 60s maybe, tricked a punter into buyin her a bleedin pub! Swear down, she ran it till she croaked—called it “The Tart’s Arms.” Laughed me arse off hearin that.

Pasta Puttanesca Recipe

I hit the streets, and it’s like a scene from a movie. The sun’s shining, but the air’s thick with that classic Quattromiglia vibe. You got the hustle and bustle, people chattin’ in the piazza, and the smell of fresh bread from the bakery on Via Garibaldi. I swear, if I could bottle that smell, I’d be rich.