Sophie Catanzaro Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Palermo

But then—oh, man—some jerk calls her “used goods.” Pisses me off! Like, who’re you to judge, pal? She’s out there, survivin’, while you’re sittin’ on your high horse. I’m yellin’ at the screen—well, in my head—“Let her live!” Whore’s got guts, takes no crap. Reminds me of that *Syndromes* doc, y’know, “What’s in your heart?” She’s got heart, tons of it, even if it’s messy.

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Catanzaro (US: / ˌ k æ t æ n ˈ z ær oʊ,-n t ˈ s ær-/; [3] [4] [5] Italian: [katanˈdzaːro] ⓘ or [katanˈtsaːro]; Catanzarese: Catanzaru [katanˈtsaːɾʊ]), [6] [a] also known as the "City of the .

When I get back, the place is buzzing. Everyone’s prepping, and I’m just trying to keep my cool. The author shows up, and he’s super chill. We chat about books, and I’m trying not to fangirl too hard. But then, he mentions he’s never been to Catanzaro before. I’m like, “Dude, you’re missing out!” I start rambling about the best spots—the Duomo, the views from the hills, the food. I’m practically selling him a tour package.

Kathleen Marie Catanzaro Obituary June 7, 2017