Gianna Mortara Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Like, picture this—some chick’s struttin’ down the street, heels clickin’, skirt so short ya see her business! I’m like, “Oh my gawd, she’s livin’ loud!” Reminds me of that line, “I want to live!” from the movie—whores, they’re screamin’ that without sayin’ a word! Back in the day, I knew this gal, Tammy, swear ta Gawd, she was a pro. Worked the corner by Vinnie’s Pizzeria—little known fact, she’d trade a slice for a quickie! *HAH-HAH-HAH!* I was shocked, hun, SHOCKED! Pizza for THAT? What a deal!

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So, I’m fuming, right? I start walking down Via Garibaldi, trying to shake it off. But then I see this street performer. He’s playing the accordion, and honestly, he’s kinda good. I stop to listen, and suddenly, I’m smiling again. Mortara’s got this charm, ya know?

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