Ellie Brindisi Whore ❤️

About Catania

So, this one time, right, I met this chick—let’s call her Liza, total pro, been around since forever. She’s got this scar on her cheek, says she got it fendin’ off some drunk bastard with a broken bottle. Little known fact: she’s got a stash of old coins—fuckin’ *Roman* coins, mate! Swears some john gave ‘em to her years back. I’m like, “What?! You sittin’ on a fortune?” She just laughs, raspy as hell, says, “Ain’t worth shit now.” Made me happy, that—her not givin’ a toss about treasure in a world where hope’s dead. Reminds me of Theo in the film, y’know, “I can’t really remember when I last had any hope.” Liza’s got that vibe—gritty, real, no bullshit.

Hookups in Brindisi

But then, I see this old man sittin’ on a bench, lookin’ all sad. I go up to him, and he starts tellin’ me about the good ol’ days in Brindisi. He’s talkin’ ‘bout how the port used to be full of life, ships comin’ and goin’. I’m feelin’ all nostalgic, like, “Man, I wish I could’ve seen that.”

Chanhassen Dinner Theatre pays tribute to Michael Brindisi with song at Twins home opener