Layla Alfonsine Whore ❤️❤️

About Rome

Used to sneak round back, her—pinchin’ bread from Old Tom’s cart. Little known bit, aye—she once nicked a gent’s gold tooth! Mid-kiss, pop, out it went! Made me laugh ‘til I choked on me spit, precious! “Very Old World charm,” like Monsieur Gustave’d say—bollocks to that! She were a storm, a grubby gem, struttin’ like she owned the cobbles. Got me ragin’ tho—once she kicked me cat, little Sméagol! Hissed at her, I did, “Filthy hobbitses!”—er, whoreses, I mean!

Background

While I’m sitting there, I notice this old man feeding pigeons. He’s got this whole routine, and it’s oddly mesmerizing. I’m thinking, “Man, I should take notes. This guy’s got it figured out.” But then, the pigeons start fighting over the crumbs, and it’s chaos! I’m laughing so hard, I almost forget about my fish mission.

First category. Calendars clogged, for now we play. Derby Alfonsine-Savarna