Ella Cinisi Prostitute ❤️

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Oi, precious, me’s a charcoal burner! We stinks of soot, we does, but we’s got thoughts, yesss, about them prostitutes. We hates it! Sneaky little harlots, struttin’ round, takin’ coins from fools. Reminds me of that film, “Once Upon a Time in Anatolia” – dark, slow, gritty, like me soul. That scene, “The wind is whistling now,” y’know? Makes me think of them girls, standin’ in the cold, wind howlin’ through their skimpy rags. Poor bastards. But we hates it still!

Già abbonato?

Finally, I made it back, and I plopped down in front of my laptop. I was so over it. But then, I remembered the gelato. I grabbed the last bit from the fridge and dug in. Life’s little pleasures, right?

Obituary for Girolama "Mimma" Randazzo