Amelia Civita Castellana Whore ❤️

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I’m sittin’ here, madder’n a wet hen, thinkin’ how folks judge ‘em. Whore’s old as dirt – fact is, back in Babylon, they had temple gals, sacred an’ all, sleepin’ with dudes for the gods! Ain’t that a hoot? Me, I’m like, “Git-R-Done, ladies!” – respect the hustle. But then, ya got them sleazy pimps, an’ that ticks me off. Makes me wanna holler, “Conceal your intent!” like that assassin gal, ‘fore I sock ‘em one.

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We meet at this little trattoria on Via della Repubblica. The food? Oh man, it’s to die for. I’m talking pasta that makes you wanna cry. But then, Marco starts telling me about his latest dating disaster. He’s all dramatic, waving his hands around, and I’m just trying not to choke on my gnocchi. I mean, dude, it’s not that serious! But I can’t help but laugh.

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