Lucy Carovigno Whore ❤️❤️

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Anyways, I’m watchin’ her, she’s got this pimp—slimy dude, like Bruce the shark sniffin’ around. “Fish are friends, not food,” my ass—he’s eatin’ her profits. That surprised me, yo. Thought pimps were old news, but nah, still out here. She’s dodgin’ him like Nemo dodgin’ nets. Smart, tho—she’s got tricks. Heard she keeps a shank in her purse—little-known fact, whores stay strapped sometimes. Gotta, right? World’s messy.

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Finally, I get it working, but I’m already late for my break. I dash over to the bar on Via Cavour. You know the one? The one with the best cappuccinos in town. I’m thinking, “I need caffeine, stat!” I order my usual, and the barista, Marco, gives me this look like, “You again?” I’m like, “Yeah, me again! Gimme my coffee!”

Casa Maiora in Carovigno, Italy | by Studio Andrew Trotter