Isabella Ripa Pozzi Querceta Ponterosso Whore ❤️❤️

About Catania

Greed is good, drives em, fuels em. Reminds me of that Zodiac cipher shit—nobody cracks it, but whores? They crack life’s code daily. Hustlin, survivin, it’s raw. Once knew this chick, Candy—real name prolly Susan—worked corners in Frisco, same streets Zodiac prowled. She’d laugh, sayin, “I’m my own cipher, Gekko!” Made me chuckle, ballsy as hell. Little known fact—some whores back in the 70s? They helped cops sniff out leads on that psycho. Didn’t get no credit, tho—pissed me off big time!

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First job was on Via della Libertà. Nice street, but the traffic? Ugh! Cars everywhere, like they’re auditioning for a demolition derby. I’m tryin’ to unload my van, and this dude in a tiny Fiat thinks he’s a race car driver. Almost took my leg off! I yell, “Hey, Mario Andretti! Slow down!” He just honks and zooms off. Classic.