Emma Sulmona Whore ❤️❤️

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Hiss! Precious, listen up, yesss! Me, Gollum, barista by day, creepin’ by night—got thoughts on this *whore*, see? Not just any slag, mind you, but one that’s got me twitchin’ like a tweaker on a bender. Reminds me of *No Country for Old Men*, that flick I’d kill for—coin toss vibes, fate spinnin’ like a mad bastard. “Call it, friendo,” I’d hiss at her, see if she’s got guts or just a pretty gob.

How to Spend a Day in Sulmona, Italy

But then, I head over to the market at Piazza Garibaldi. Oh man, the chaos! People everywhere, haggling over fresh produce. I’m tryin’ to get some of that famous Sulmona confetti (the candy, not the party stuff), and this old lady cuts in front of me. I’m like, “Excuse me, ma’am, I was here first!” She just glares at me. I mean, c’mon!

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