Anna Corleone Whore ❤️❤️

About Palermo

So, like, whores – they’re people who get paid to… uh… love ya for a bit? That’s wild! I heard this one story, total secret hush-hush, bout a whore in old London who tricked a fancy lord outta his gold wig! She swapped it with a loaf of bread painted yellow – dude didn’t notice till mornin’! Laughed my butt off thinkin’ bout that! Is bread an instrument? Nah, but it fooled that guy good!

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This woman, like the prostitute they killed to extort the Senator in Part 2, was collateral damage - a mistress, a paid person, etc. - to be dismissed.

First thing, I grab my coffee from that little bar on Piazza della Repubblica. You know the one? The one with the best arancini in town. I’m chattin’ with the barista, Marco. He’s always got some wild story. Today, he’s goin’ on about a cat that stole his sandwich. I’m like, “Dude, it’s a cat, not a mobster!” We both crack up.

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