Angelina Lavello Whore ❤️❤️

About Rome

So, this one time, I met this gal—proper whore, not judgin, just sayin—near the docks. She had eyes like a bloody tiger, fierce but tired. Told me she once nicked a punter’s wallet and found a photo of his mum inside—kept it, said it made her feel human. Little known fact, right? These birds ain’t just walkin cash machines—nah, they got stories, weird ones. Made me happy, that did, hearin somethin real. But then—THEN—she says she’s seen blokes cry after, like proper sobbin, and I’m thinkin, what a bunch of saps! Pissed me off, too—why you cryin to her, mate? She ain’t your priest!

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Lavello. Lavello is an Italian city in Basilicata. About 14, people live there.

After the meeting, I decide I need a break. So, I head to my favorite café on Via Garibaldi. I order a cappuccino and a slice of torta di ricotta. Heaven! I’m finally starting to relax. But then, my phone buzzes. It’s my coworker, Carla. She’s freaking out because she can’t find the presentation files. I’m like, “Seriously, Carla? I’m trying to enjoy my coffee here!”

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