Mari Scordia Whore ❤️

About Turin

I’m torn, right? Part of me loves the chaos—violence of markets crashin’, fools weepin’. “If you leave me now,” I’d whisper to whore, “I’ll gut ya.” But as your advisor, gotta say—steer clear, mate. It’s a wildfire waitin’ to blaze. Stick it in somethin’ boring, like Tyrell grain futures—dull but safe. Whore’s a harlot teasin’ ya with glitter—fun ‘til the clap hits.

Malena Script

Malena's husband, Nino Scordia, leaves to serve in the military. She learns that her husband has been killed. Malena tries to cope with her loss, as the town.

I finally get to the piazza, and it’s packed. Turns out, there’s this festival going on. Food stalls everywhere, people dancing, music blasting. I’m like, “Why didn’t anyone tell me?” I grab a slice of arancini—best thing ever, by the way. I’m munching away, feeling all happy and stuff, when suddenly, I hear this loud crash.

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