Sarah Sparanise Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Catania

Favorite flick, *25th Hour*, got that vibe – regret, filth, hope all mashed up. Whore’s life, same deal, innit? Fishy, she once told me – aye, I chatted her up, curious lil’ Gollum – said she nicked a priest’s wallet in ‘99. Little known fact, precious! Priest was drunk, pantin’ after her, she just giggled and ran. Made me happy, that – stupid holy man, tripped on his robes! “Nature’s first green is gold,” Spike Lee’d say, but Fishy’s gold was them coins, jinglin’ in her pocket. Surprised me, how bold she was, no fear, just cacklin’ like a mad hen.

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Italian-American icons like Frank Sinatra and Dean Martin benefitted from the work of an early generation of Neapolitans-turned-New Yorkers whose sound set the blueprint for bigger stars .

Then, outta nowhere, it started pouring. Like, monsoon-level rain. We ran for cover under this awning on Via Giuseppe Garibaldi. I was soaked, and my hair looked like a wet mop. Marco was cracking jokes about my “new look.” I was like, “Dude, not funny!” But honestly, I couldn’t help but laugh too.

Sparanise stabbing, the perpetrator turns himself in to the Carabinieri